“You’re very sweet,” she says as she returns with drinks for us and sinks into the sofa next to me. “I had a lot of help with the decorating.” She hands me a cut-crystal highball glass and then takes a sip of her own.
She sets her glass carefully on the coffee table and moves closer to me. Time to make my escape.
“It’s getting late and I need to get back to the club,” I say. She takes my tie in her hand, wraps it around her fist and pulls me closer to her. Stand up, I tell myself. Get off the damn sofa and walk toward the door. You can’t do this. But the message never gets through. Her big brown eyes lock onto mine and I’m under her spell, like the hapless audience member called onto stage during a hypnotist’s show. I’m utterly bewitched.
Her lips brush mine and then her mouth is devouring me, greedy and searching. I kiss back just as hard. My tongue parts her soft lips and thrusts into her mouth, tasting every inch of her. I know I have other responsibilities, but fuck it. The club can wait.
I know he thinks I’m a spoiled rich girl. I didn’t realize he thinks I’m stupid, too. A man as uptight as Bayne Carter would not agree to come home with me as easily as he did. He never gave me the time of day back when he guarded me; he only talked to me when he absolutely had to. There was never any warmth to our interactions. God knows I wanted there to be something between us, but he made it clear that there wasn’t.
And that’s how I know he had no intention of following through on his bargain. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, and I don’t believe for a second that Bayne has morphed into a careless ladies’ man in the space of a couple years.
But I’m going to pull out all the stops to get what I want. And what I’ve wanted, since well before I was 18, is him.
He was the hottest man in my protection detail. I’ll never forget the day he strolled into my life with his broad shoulders, perfect ass, and model-beautiful features. I spent more than one Friday night with him on my mind as my hand worked frantically between my legs. The college boys I met always seemed so immature compared to him. I would have slept with any of them, but I would have been thinking of Bayne the whole time.
I almost fell off my chair when I saw him in Body Heat tonight. Seriously, I go to a sex club for the first time in my life, determined to lose my V-card once and for all, and the man of my dreams just happens to be there? Everyone else disappeared the moment he walked into my life again. Looking damn fine, as usual, with the same chiseled cheekbones, sandy brown hair, and warm brown eyes that kept me up at night. He obviously still had his gym membership as well. His narrow waist, firm ass, and shoulders that appeared to have been carved from granite all attested to that.
He felt something, too. I know he did. I saw his double take when he spotted me. The way his mouth hung open in shock. And the way he hustled me out of there? He has to feel something for me. You don’t cause that much of a scene unless you care.
I was a girl when we first met. Now I’m a woman, and he’s not getting away.
I know he’s about to make his excuses and bolt, so I go for the win. No time for demure pecks. I lay one hell of a kiss on him, and triumph surges through me when his tongue seeks out mine. I slide my hand onto his lap until I feel the bulge in his pants. It’s so big it worries me a little. But being in his personal space feels so damn good. He smells woodsy and clean. I want his arms around me, holding me close. But, instead, he pulls away and rises from the sofa.
“We can’t do this,” he says.
“The hell we can’t.” I jump to my feet and struggle to get close. He holds me back, his strong hands wrapped around my biceps. I won’t win in a battle of strength, but I just might win a battle of wits. I step away and he releases his grip on my arms. My hands fall to my sides and grasp the thin material of my dress. I pull it over my head and toss it on the floor. Bayne might be an uptight hardass, but he’s still just a man. And I’ve been around enough men to know how they’re hardwired. I just hope that I’m pushing the right button when it comes to my badass bodyguard.
My stiletto heels show off the muscle tone in my legs, and the tiny black thong barely leaves anything to the imagination. I skipped a bra tonight; my breasts are generous but plenty perky. My rosy pink nipples are hard little nubs desperate for attention. His attention. I put my hands on my hips and show off my physique.
I hate every damn minute of working out, but I still force myself to the gym at least a couple of times a week. I stretch my arms above my head as I turn around in front of him, giving him a view of my curvy ass. I’m secretly glad I recently added an extra set of lunges when I see his gaze linger there.
Will he break? God, I hope so. He’s trying to control his breathing but I can see his chest heaving. His face is flushed and beads of sweat form on his brow. I have to stop from smiling when I see his hands clench into fists at his side. Still, he makes no move for me. Damn him and his sense of honor and propriety. He may have known me when I was a kid, but I’m damn sure not a kid anymore. Maybe I need to remind him of that. I slowly approach him again. I cup my breasts and rub my nipples against his dress shirt. I feel his warmth radiate, and I grind against him.
I tilt my face up to his. “Don’t you see how much I need attention there?” I offer my tits to him, but he doesn’t move. I ache for his touch, but he denies me. He just stares at me with wild lust in his eyes.
“I guess I’ll have to tend to my own needs.” I close my eyes and tease my nipples with the whisper-light touch of my fingertips. I massage the sensitive flesh before pinching and plucking at them. I can’t stop from groaning as I do so.
“Stop it, Caroline,” he says, and there’s a hard edge to his voice.
“Is this not how a lady’s supposed to behave, Bayne?” I remove my hands from my chest and let them drift lower. I run my hands over my torso and then knead my meaty ass. “Then I guess I’m not a lady.” I massage my upper thighs before sliding one hand between my parted thighs, rubbing my swollen pussy in lazy circles. “You can pretend you don’t want me, but I see how hard you are. I see how your cock twitches when I touch myself. And I see that little stain of precum on your pants.”
“I have urges like everyone else,” he says. “I just don’t have to give in to them.”
“But wouldn’t it feel nice if you did?” I rest my hands against his chest and look up into his face. “Your big cock is so hard right now. Wouldn’t it feel good if I reached down and freed it from those tight pants? I could wrap my hot little hand around it and stroke you any way you want. Or I could sink to my knees and suck you off right here.”
His eyes are glazed with lust, and I know I’m close.
“I mean, you’re a guy, so I know you’ve imagined me on my knees, sucking the cum out of your cock. But now it could really happen.” I reach up and kiss his neck. A moan escapes from his lips. “I’d use every inch of my lips and tongue and mouth to taste you and tease you until you empty your big sac of all that sweet cream down my throat.”
I kiss along his jawline as I whisper more dirty entreaties.
“I’d swallow every last drop. And beg for more.”
I nuzzle my face against his neck before moving my lips to his ear.
“And then you can take me back to the bedroom and show me what it feels like to be taken by a man. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be the first hard cock in my tight little pussy. To have something that no one has ever had before?”
A raspy groan escapes his lips, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I feel his warm hand at the small of my back and he leans into me. I know I’m close.
“You’ve never had a man before?” It’s practically a whisper.
“You chased them all away. And don’t pretend that wasn’t part of your job.” He smiles a little at that. “Nobody would come near me once you flashed that menacing stare of yours.”
“None of them were good enough for you.”
“Easy for you to say. I’m the one who spent some my prime years rotating be
tween my fingers, the hand-held shower head, and a world-class collection of vibrators.”
He looks a little shocked.
“I’m a virgin, not a nun,” I say with a small shrug. “Maybe this once, you can pretend to be one of us mere mortals and give your body what it wants.” I lower my hand to his straining erection and rub against it. The wet stain is getting larger, and he leans into my touch and grinds his hips against me. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
He moves so fast it startles me. He has me over his shoulder, hand resting on my ass, kneading and massaging it. I smile with triumph as he carries me down the hall.
“No, princess.” His voice is gruff. I can hear the lust and passion, and I love it. “Tonight I’m going to take care of you.”
I’ve lost my mind. That’s the only way to explain it. I know it’s not right, but for the first time in my life, I don’t care about doing what’s right. I want to do what feels good. And the thought of being the one to claim that virgin pussy has me harder than I’ve ever been.
Besides, she was ready to go home with some clown from the club. It’s better that it’s me, someone she knows. Someone who watched over her for years. I caution myself to go slow as I carry her to the bedroom. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, and the thought of sliding into her tight warmth just about makes me come in my pants. There’s no way I’m going to be a two-pump chump. Not with her.
Because it’s all about her.
I toss her on the massive bed, and she laughs with delight. She lies back as I throw her high heels across the room and then pull off her panties and fling them to the floor. She watches with greedy eyes as I disrobe. I carefully fold each item as I remove it and stack everything neatly on her dresser. She gasps when I remove my boxer briefs and I’m thrilled.
“You can go ahead and get dressed again,” she teases. “You’re right, we should just be friends. Because there’s no way that will fit inside of me.”
I approach the bed. She laughs and tries to crawl away, but I grab her ankles and pull her back to me.
“You’re the one who saddled up this pony.” I wrap my hand around my thick cock and slap it playfully against her thigh. “Now you’re going to ride it.”
“Even if I walk like a cowgirl the rest of my life?” She smiles up at me, and I can’t believe how goddamned beautiful she is. And she wants me. I’m the luckiest man alive.
I stretch out on the mattress next to her and pull her close. My mouth is on hers; she tastes like strawberries, and I can’t wait to see if her pussy tastes just as sweet. I cup her perfect tits and then let my hands drift lower until they are wrapped around her waist. Lower still and I’m squeezing the perfect globes of her ass, grinding her against me.
“God, that feels so good,” she whimpers against my chest. I’m dying to bury myself up to the hilt and pump away, but she’s not ready yet. Not by a long shot. And I’ll do anything I can to make this night perfect for her. I leave one hand on her ass, sliding one finger deeper in her seam and stroking gently against her clenching rosette.
I move my other hand between our bodies and probe between her legs. She cries out as I spread her lips and explore every centimeter of her slick folds with my fingers. I finally make contact with her tender clit and she bucks against me. Her thighs tighten around my hand, but I don’t stop. I hold her tight and play with her sex until she explodes against me.
The strength of her orgasm surprises and pleases me. Nothing is better than being with a woman who enjoys herself. She twitches and shivers as her eyes roll back into her head. She moans against my neck until her pleasure subsides. She may be done, but I’m not done with her yet.
I roll her onto her back and push her legs apart. She spreads them eagerly for me and draws her knees back to her chest. She’s totally open and exposed to me, from mons to asshole, and my mouth waters at the sight.
“You’re so beautiful here,” I say as I rub her swollen cunt with the flat of my hand. And she is. Her outer lips are pale and plump. Her pink inner lips are swollen as well, and she’s dripping with excitement. My dick gets even harder. I want to taste every drop of her sweetness.
I bend forward and feast on her. I suck her outer lips into my mouth, one at a time, and trace them with my tongue. I repeat the move with her swollen pink inner lips. Her hips push against my face as I circle her clit. When I suck on it like a little nipple, I feel her hand in my hair, holding my face to her pussy, while she gasps and groans. She tastes tangy and delicious, and I don’t want it to be over. I attack and then retreat, driving her insane with my teasing, until I finally give in and give her all the attention she wants. She comes on my face a few seconds later.
“Please,” she murmurs as I sit back on my heels and massage her thighs. “I need your cock. I feel so empty. I need you to stretch me out and fill me up.” She claws at me, trying to pull me closer and drag me into her.
“Shh.” I lay my hand on her abdomen to quiet her. “We need to open you up before you’re ready to take me. I don’t want it to hurt.”
“It couldn’t hurt,” she says. “Not when I need it so bad. I’d give anything to have you inside me right now.”
I slide to the edge of the bed. “Where do you keep all those vibrators? Condoms? Lube?”
She raises herself on her elbows and gives me a devilish grin. “They’re all in the nightstand drawer.”
I gather the supplies and return to my kneeling position between her spread legs. I flick the power switch on the vibrator, and she moans when the telltale buzz fills the air. She twitches when I nestle it against her labia.
“Can you hold it there, beautiful?”
“Yes. I think I have enough strength left to do that at least.” She holds it against her pussy in a well-practiced grip. I work one finger inside her and quickly slide a second one inside next to it. She’s insanely wet and I pump into her easily, massaging the walls of her pussy as I go.
“It feels so fucking good,” she says. “Give me more.”
I do. I work a third finger inside, and she stretches against me. It’s a tight fit. Thank God she’s as wet as she is. She writhes against my fingers as I ease her open.
“I need your cock.” She tosses the vibrator aside and opens her legs wider for me. It’s not a request. It’s an order, and I’m not about to disobey. I take my length in my fist and rub the meaty head of my cock in her juices, sliding the ridged underside up and down the length of her puffy pussy. She spasms every time I make contact with her clit. I spread her lips apart with one hand and nudge myself against her opening with the other. I can barely fit the head inside of her, even with the work I’ve done to make her ready for me.
“I want to watch.” she props herself up and gazes between her legs. I slowly strum her clit with my thumb as I move the head of my cock in and out, gently easing deeper with each thrust. I’m determined to take my time, but she won’t let me. She forces herself onto my length like a woman possessed, and before long her greedy cunt has swallowed me whole. Her face is a mask of pleasure as she cranes her neck to stare at the joining of our bodies.
“You like to watch, princess? Let’s give you a better view.” I pull out of her with a wet pop, take her hand, and lead her across the room to the dresser with the giant mirror mounted above it. I clear the dresser top with one swipe of my arm, and then lift her easily onto the hard surface. She kneels there, smiling, legs spread and facing the mirror, and I stand behind her. As I press into her tight warmth, I reach a hand around her front and spread her pussy open, giving her a perfect view of my penetration. She moans and braces herself against the glass with her hands. And then she starts to move, and I’m lost.
She swirls her hips as she rides me. The mirror was a stroke of genius; it gives me the perfect view of her magnificent body as I take her from behind. Her perfect tits bounce as she swallows me deep inside her. Her skin is bathed in sweat, and I lean in to lick her salty neck. She makes the sexiest little grunts and groan
s, and when she reaches both hands behind to grab my ass and pull me deeper into her, I see stars. I empty myself into the latex barrier between us and vow to take her raw next time.
I come back to earth, my arms wrapped tightly around her, and she’s staring at my reflection with a spectacular smile. “I’d say you enjoyed that as much as I did,” she teases.
“I can’t argue with that,” I say. “But you didn’t enjoy it nearly enough. I may be mistaken, but I didn’t feel you come.” My rapidly shrinking cock slides out as I hold her. I take her in my arms, and carry her back to the bed.
“You’re just really big.” She snuggles under the covers, and I crawl in next to her. “It felt really good, but it was still a little uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I came before, when you used your mouth and your hands. So I’d say we’re more than even.”
“That’s all well and good, but I’m not going to leave you unsatisfied.” I dive under the covers and make my way to her freshly fucked pussy. She squirms but then opens her legs to me. I don’t stop until she screams and I have no doubt that we’ve both just had the hottest sex of our lives.
“Was it good for you?” I ask as she rests her head against my shoulder.
“As if you have to ask.” She leans in and kisses my chest. “I think all my screaming, trembling, wailing, shivering, shaking, and moaning told you everything you need to know. Now you’re just fishing for compliments.” She rolls onto her side, and I spoon against her, wrapping her tightly in my arms. She feels good there, like she belongs. I pull the comforter over us and nestle my head against her neck.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” My voice is barely a whisper against her skin. I’m ashamed to admit I got a little carried away when I was fucking her in front of the mirror. I’m hoping like hell I was gentle enough.
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