by Aja Cole
A limo pulls up, and I raise a brow. She shrugs, stepping in when I open the door. When we’re settled in, she turns to me.
“My dad has it for the night since there were a few of us, but he’s staying later so it’ll come back for him.”
“I didn’t realize you were spoiled. I knew you were a brat, just not an actual spoiled brat.” I lean my head back against the leather seat, pressing the button to raise the partition.
“I’m not spoiled. Just…fortunate.” She unstraps her heels and tosses her feet up on the seat, raising her hands to her hair.
“Did your sister train with special tactics groups?”
She giggles, actually giggles, and removes some round looking thing from her hair and sits it on the seat. I grab it up, studying it.
“What is this?”
“It helps shape my hair into a bun.”
“Your hair doesn’t do that on its own?” I narrow my eyes, squishing the piece. It’s made of some type of foam. Women are weird.
“Nope.”
I pull at it, seeing if it has any give to it. “This feels like the padding inside my helmet.”
“Can you stop accosting my bun piece? That’d be great.”
“I need something for my hands to do, I still feel shaky from General Banks.” I tease, moving away when she reaches for the foam.
“Stop being annoying.” She stretches for the piece again and when I move back this time, her own momentum sends her right up against me and I drop the foam to the floor. I fill my hands with her gorgeous ass and pull her into me.
“Thanks, my hands are much happier now.”
“Last time I was in your lap, you said some stupid things.”
“And you walked away. But this time, you don’t really have anywhere to go.” I kiss her bare shoulder, lingering.
“Don’t think I won’t open that door and roll right on out.” She’s saying that, but she’s hiking her dress up, settling herself more comfortably across my thighs.
“What address did you give the driver?”
“Mine.”
“How far away is that?” I gather her slightly wavy hair in my hand, tugging her head back just enough to kiss the underside of her jaw.
“Probably 30 minutes now.” Her thighs clench around mine when I bite at her skin, and my blood’s heating up.
“That’s enough time.”
“For what?”
“For me to tell you, and maybe show you a little bit, exactly how this is going to go.”
“If you’re going to do that high-handed thing again, I’m calling a halt to this.” Her words lose credibility when she lets a small moan escape.
“I’ll make you a fair deal. If you don’t come before we get to your place, I’ll do whatever you say tonight without question. If you do, you have to do everything I say without question.”
She pulls away, looking at me skeptically. She’s got that glowy stuff on her face too. It makes her look like she’s…radiating light or something. Whatever it is, it’s sexy. “You’re serious? Whatever I say?”
“Are you really questioning my skills? Is your memory bad?”
“You caught me on a good day and I was sexually deprived?”
“Is that a statement or a question?”
“Both?” She laughs, and I can’t help but kiss her because she’s just so damn alluring. It feels good to just act, to just do what I feel. Not think about the other shit right now.
“Your time’s running out.” She whispers, and I topple her onto the leather seat, pushing her dress up her legs.
“I’ve always worked well under pressure.”
“20 minutes, my ass.” I grumble, waiting on Kaija to unlock her door.
“Apparently you don’t work so well under pressure.” She’s highly amused, and I scowl and follow her inside.
Thought that was a bet I would easily win, dammit.
“Don’t take it too hard, I probably won’t come every-time you know. But I definitely still enjoyed it.” She grins. “And the offended look on your face when the car stopped.”
“That driver clearly overheard us and drove faster to sabotage me.”
“Go ahead and get all of your caveman out now, because tonight, I’m your daddy.” She thumps her chest with a fist and I groan, leaning my head against the wall. Shit.
“Just get it over with already. Do with me what you will.” No sense prolonging it. I don’t know with Kaija, the woman isn’t predictable. I don’t know if she’s gonna make me clean her house, or crawl around and bark like a dog for video, or go for something sexual.
I’m a little scared.
I think…I have a fear boner.
The smile on her face is devious, and she comes toward me, hair falling around her shoulders and eyes bright. I feel stupid, because all I keep thinking is how much I like her face.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Unfortunately for you, I am completely willing to torture the both of us at your expense. Call it finishing out your sentence for apologizing too late.”
“You’re not allowed to get off at any point tonight. There will be no fooling around no matter what, and you’re not allowed to touch me if I don’t say you can touch me first.”
“And if I break any of those rules?”
“You get a tattoo of my name in the place of my choosing or a piercing in the place of my choosing.”
My mouth drops. “You’re fucking kidding.”
“Would I kid about something like this?” With those words, she starts to unzip the side of her dress and it falls to the ground.
She’s not wearing anything underneath it.
I turn around to face the wall and lean my forehead against it.
“What are you doing?” She’s laughing, the demon.
“Ignoring you.”
“That’s not very nice.” I can smell her perfume as she comes closer, and I tense when I feel her lean against my back. She puts her hands on my shoulders, and slides my jacket down my arms, dropping it to the floor.
“Why are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“I want you to feel a little bit of how I’ve felt from the start. Out of control.”
I turn, not believing what I’m hearing. “You think this has just been easy?” I start to touch her but remember her edict, groaning as she unbuttons my dress shirt and lets it join my jacket.
“This is a very nice chest. And you’ve been so confident and unaffected.” She strokes her hands over my abdomen and I take a breath, watching her face. She hesitates when she reaches my pants and I laugh.
“No, please continue to make both of our nights hell.”
“You think I won’t?” She challenges, undoing my belt.
“I know you will, and I’m not looking forward to it. But a piercing of your choosing scares me even more.”
What if she…god. I don’t even want to think about it.
“Come to bed.” She pushes my pants off my hips and I step out of them, now only in boxers and a raging erection, trailing after her like a puppy on a leash.
“Can we tweak these rules a little?” If it sounds like I’m close to begging already, it’s because I am.
“Nope. And I’m gonna help you not give in to temptation. On your back, sweet-cheeks.” What kind of twilight zone have I walked into?
Maybe a piercing wouldn’t be so bad.
I lie back in bed and stare at the ceiling, then prop on my elbow and stare at my dick. He’s betraying me right now. Our manhood is being thrown into question and the only thing my dick is worried about is the fact that Kaija’s sweet ass is within reach.
You know what? I’m a weak man. Fuck it.
Kaija’s reaching for something at the top of her closet, and I cage her there. “I forfeit. You win.”
“That is not how this is supposed to go.” She tries to wiggle away and I lift her, transferring her to the bed face down.
I move her hair off her neck, kissing her there and moving down h
er back. “Tell me no, and I’ll let you have your way.”
She turns her head, eyeing my skeptically as I shape her ass in my hands. God, such a nice, full ass.
“Really?”
“Hell no, but tell me if you don’t want this, period.” I’m straddling her legs, and still my hands, waiting on her answer. “I don’t want there to be any question that this is what we both want.”
“Look at you, you sound so mature.” She arches her back, rising up on her hands and knees. She sits back fully, her back to my chest and bracing her hands on my thighs. “Yes.”
Thank god.
“Yes, what?” I cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Yes, now?” She rotates her hips playfully, and I pinch her nipples until she exhales hard.
“Try again.”
“Yes, please.” She mocks sweetly.
Minx.
15
Kaija
I knew damned well he wouldn’t last long.
Honestly, I’m impressed that he made it as long as he did.
But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Yes, now?” I pretend like I don’t know what he wants me to say and grind my hips back against his cock. It’s hard, and thick, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me.
It’s been too long of a wait.
“Try again.” His grip tightens on my nipples until I give in, and shudder from the intensity.
“Yes, please.”
“You do have manners.”
“When are you going to fuck me?” I laugh when he pushes me forward and covers me with his body.
“You need a gag.” I moan when he bites my shoulder. That’s gonna bruise. Can’t say I’m mad about it.
I feel like I could crawl out of my skin right now. I’ve wanted this since I saw him at the gala. Hell, since I saw him on the plane, let’s be real.
“But my mouth is half the fun.”
“It will be. But not yet, since you’re so impatient.” I turn to my side and watch his tight ass when he gets off the bed. “Condoms?”
“Under the bathroom counter, sweet-cheeks.” I hear him scoff and I laugh. It feels…normal. Like we’ve been having sex forever, and we can laugh and be comfortable.
None of the hurriedness of one night stands I’ve had before, or the nervousness that can come with new people. I feel…okay with him.
I don’t want to examine it too much right now, but it’s…nice.
He stands in my doorway with two boxes in hand. “Regular and Large Skyn, you’re prepared.”
“I don’t like to be caught off guard. I have mini in there too, grab that one.” His cock is anything but mini. Just looking at it jutting up against his body, thick and veiny, I feel my pussy clench.
“That would’ve hurt my feelings if you weren’t drooling right now.” He tosses the regular box back into my bathroom and tosses a at least 6 condoms on the bedside table.
“Someone’s ambitious.” Even as I speak, I bite my lip because he’s walking closer and his dick is bobbing closer and I can’t think of anything better than tasting him.
“Go ahead.” I glance up, and he’s looking at me with dark eyes.
“What?”
“Wrap your lips around my cock like you’re thinking about.”
“Maybe I’m thinking about you giving me head.” I sit up, scooting to the edge of the bed, and he slides a hand into my hair, winding the strands into his grip.
I go to grab his dick like a greedy kid, but he pulls my head back, making me meet his eyes. Lord, this is really doing it for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet without a single real touch.
Harlan just gives me something, this feeling that I can’t name. I was scared before, but now, I want to bask in this …exchange of control that happens when I’m with him.
Something tells me that I’m done talking shit for the night.
“No hands, just your mouth.”
Hell yes.
I brace my hands on his muscled thighs, and run my tongue up the underside of his cock from the bottom to the tip.
“Suck on my balls. One by one.”
I move my lips down, opening my mouth to take in as much as I can, rolling his ball softly around my tongue and sucking before moving to the other one. His fingers massage my scalp tenderly, and if I were a kitten, I’d be purring.
“Now, take me in your mouth….mmm slowly, like that. It’s nice to see you’re good at taking directions for once.”
I unsheathe my teeth a little, and look up at him, watching him narrow his eyes and feeling his hand clench in my hair. He plunges his other hand in my hair, and yanks me off.
“No teeth.”
“I don’t know if I like that direction.”
“You better figure it out quickly, because you’re not getting near my cock again if you don’t.” His voice is so deep and dark, I want him to talk me to sleep every night if he sounds like that when it gets late.
“I’ll play nice.” I open my mouth and he guides the tip in, pulling back slowly and pumping in, going deeper each time. I try to open my throat as he pumps far enough back that my gag reflex starts to kick in and I try to pull back on instinct.
“Don’t panic. You’re not going to suffocate, breathe through your nose. Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much.” I raise my hand, ready to just tap out, but he stills and doesn’t move, just…getting me used to him in my mouth so far and I calm a little more.
I work on breathing in and breathing out through my nose, and he goes back to tenderly raking his hands over my scalp.
I don’t know that a blowjob has ever been this…relaxing.
“Very good.” He starts to move again, and I close my eyes, focusing on breathing. “No, look at me.” I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare while he pumps in and out of my mouth.
Part of me feels like I should feel…used, the way he’s fucking my mouth so casually. But I don’t, it feels…sexy. Hot.
“I like you like this, eager to please, your mouth full of my cock.” Ah fuck, I love dirty talk. But no one ever seems to do it right, the way that turns you inside out and adds even more fire. “I wish I could take a picture of the look in your eyes right now, how badly you want it.”
He does. He definitely does.
“You look like a pretty little cock slut right now, like you won’t be able to live without my dick in your mouth. Is that what you are? A cock-slut?”
My mouth is full, so I moan my answer, sucking harder. Something protests inside of me, but I ignore it. This is too good. He’s too good.
“What was that?” He pulls my head back, the tip of his dick just resting on my lower lip.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Say the words back to me.”
“I’m a cock-slut.” I never thought I’d say those words. I feel him shiver from my words and he drops to his knees, taking my mouth and tangling his tongue with mine.
“On your stomach.” He demands, pulling away and I scramble onto the bed. Fucking finally.
He settles behind me again, straddling my closed legs, and I feel him tapping his erection against my ass. He runs his hands over my butt, his thumbs caressing the seam of my cheeks and down to my opening. I push my hips back in need when he strokes his fingers over my labia.
More. I need more of that.
“Haven’t fingered you, haven’t gotten my tongue on you, and look how wet you already are.” He pushes and pulls at my swollen lips, and I squirm. “You want me to fuck you with my tongue, my fingers, or my dick?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Dick, please.” Before I get the words out, I hear the condom wrapper tearing and I tense, so ready.
He taps his sheathed cock against my pussy a few times, and I arch my back but he puts a firm hand above my ass and pushes me back down.
“You get my cock when I say you get it.”
Damn.
I bite my lip and still, not squirming against the sheets like I want to for
some type of friction on my clit. I feel him rise on his knees over me and I wanna whimper in anticipation.
I feel the slow drip of something and I realize he must’ve grabbed lube too, which I’m suddenly grateful for. It’s been awhile, and I’ve never started from behind before.
Finally, I feel the head pushing slowly in and I fist the sheets under me, that initial stretch a mix of pleasure and pain. Slow, god, he’s going so slow.
He’s thick and I’m full, clenching around him already, testing the give and there is none. I imagine I can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slides through my walls and I shudder when his hips meet my ass.
“Tell me how it feels.” He drops his chest to my back, his large body draped over me completely, nowhere for me to go. I turn my cheek to the bed, our lips close.
“Exactly how I thought it would.” I whisper, and his hands interlace with mine.
“Perfect?” He growls in my ear, pulling his hips back and pushing in, deep and sure. “You thought it’d feel this perfect? You thought your pussy would be full and aching, begging for me to fuck you the way you need to be fucked?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp out, losing breath because he’s started fucking me truly now. Fast and deep, his hips slam into my ass and I grind against the bed, losing my mind with every stroke. Hands pinning mine to the bed and mouth whispering things I never thought I’d even want to hear, he fucks me completely. Taking over everything, owning my body in that moment so wholly that all I can do is go along for the ride and hold on.
“I dreamed about the way you’d ripple around my dick when you came.” Filthy, raw words that fall on my ears like melted chocolate, decadent and addicting. “I’m going to fuck you until the first thing you think about when you wake up in the mornings is when you’ll get my cock inside you again. Fuck you so good you’re dripping wet when I look at you, stopping yourself from dropping to your knees in public.”
I can’t even form words. I’m a mass of sensation, existing only for him to take my body. Slow, deep, fast, hard - nothing’s off limits and I feel myself climbing higher with each whisper, each plunge.
“When you come, I want my name on your lips.” A rough whisper as he starts a rhythm that sends me to the edge, so close, so needy.