by Sindee Lynn
“Don’t stop. I want us to cum together and I’m already half way there,” he said against her swollen clit.
She picked up the pace as she took him deeper into her mouth. She began using her hand to stroke up and down along with her mouth. Each time she descended she took him deeper.
Dylan licked the dripping pussy in his face from her puckered asshole to her open and ready hole. He flattened his tongue and pushed it into her opening and he felt a pause on his dick.
“You like that don’t you sweetheart,” he asked his words vibrating against her tender lips.
He pushed two fingers deep into her and another finger he inserted it into her asshole. He began slowly moving all three fingers in and out of their respective holes as Sasha continued her steady stroke on his dick. Wanting to cum at the same time when her stroke on his dick increased so did his thrusts into her dripping holes. Dylan’s balls tightened painfully against his body in preparation for his orgasm and Sasha’s muscles tightened around his fingers.
Sasha lifted all the way off of Dylan’s dick and took him deep within the confines of her hot mouth in one downward stroke. He easily slid across her flattened tongue. His balls drew closer to his body and his dick hardened painfully as his cum shot its way up and out of the swollen head of his dick, which was now buried down her throat. He could feel her swallowing and it massaged the entire length of his dick.
Dylan renewed the stroke of his fingers in and out of her pussy and ass, taking her clit between his lips and sucking hard. He felt her body jerk but he continued sucking until he felt the first gush of her juices flow across his fingers. He removed his hands and placed his mouth over her open hole pushing his tongue into the opening to gather all of her juices as they flowed down. He sucked again on her clit and a fresh wave of liquid flooded his mouth. He drank like a starving man. One final swipe of his tongue made sure he’d captured all of her juices before he fell back on the bed exhausted. His dick popped free of her mouth and she moved to lay beside him with a deep sigh.
“I don’t think I can move,” she said her eyes closed.
Dylan laughed beside her, “I know the feeling.”
He turned on his side and gathered her in his arms. He reached to pull the covers over their naked spent bodies. Sasha turned to face him in his arms, feeling more safe and secure than she’d ever felt. This was where she wanted to stay. But concerns she’d managed to push away all day came back. Nothing could change the dynamics of their professional relationship. Technically he was her boss plus he’d been the one to hire her. If their relationship came into the light there would be speculation running rampant she was certain of it. Sure she and Dylan would know the truth but she didn’t want anything to tarnish the reputation she was working hard to establish. And then there was the fact Dylan moved in a different world than she did. A deep sigh left her. How could she have failed to recognize him when she’d first seen him in the elevator? His face was always paired with some other equally gorgeous female. White female, she felt the need to add. She still felt a little guilty about the research she’d done on him after their first encounter. But she’d needed to know what she was dealing with and research was what she did for a living. She’d seen enough to know she didn’t want that life.
When she’d pulled up the newspaper archives for the society section, it had amazed her how many pictures there were of him. Photos taken of him going into expensive restaurants downtown. Dylan at the opera. Several pictures of him at the governor of Illinois’ fundraiser a few months back. Man did he have a thing for blondes. Tall blondes. She almost laughed at the thought. For more months than she cared to recall it seemed his face had been everywhere and then all of a sudden nothing. Being the researcher she was, she had double checked and hadn’t found one picture in six months. Even though she’d been still adamantly denying any feelings for Dylan one way or the other, there was no denying not seeing any pictures of him had brought on a feeling of relief. Even he had to get tired of it eventually. Right?
Dylan’s arms tightened around her and pulled her closer to the heat of his body.
“Stop thinking so hard. I can hear it all the way over here and I’m trying to take a nap,” he said sleep heavy in his voice.
“I can't help it.”
One lid lifted to stare down at her.
“You're not regretting today are you?”
“No never. I loved every minute of it,” she said reaching up to smooth the frown that had appeared between his eyebrows.
He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Good. So get some rest for now and whatever it is we’ll deal with it later.”
Sasha closed her eyes and breathed in the deep the scent of their love making but her thoughts continued their efforts to beat her down. She snuggled even closer allowing him to fill her senses in hopes it would occupy her over active mind. Maybe she was just over thinking the situation. It wouldn't be the first time it’d happened. If their relationship continued to grow and became common knowledge a few people might voice concerns about how she’d gotten her job. But by then Sasha hoped she’d had enough time to prove to Michael and her fellow co-workers she deserved to be there. At least she felt better about Dylan’s popularity with the press. It appeared he’d run his course and they had moved on to someone else. At least she sure hoped so because she was a simple person and didn’t want her love life spread all over the pages of the paper for everyone to read about and judge.
Chapter 15
Sasha sat on one of the four bar stools at the granite tiled island in Dylan’s oversized kitchen and watched him move comfortably around the large space. He was marinating steaks they’d picked up on the way to his house. Since they’d spent all day Saturday at her place, he’d decided it was his turn to play host for Sunday. So they’d gotten up early this morning and taken a long shower. One that had resulted in their having to take another one, she recalled laughing.
“Are you sure I can't help you with the steaks or anything else?”
She felt slightly guilty about sitting there doing nothing while he did the bulk of the work for their afternoon meal. She had already finished fixing their salad and it was in the frig chilling.
Dylan turned to look at her over his shoulder with a devilish smile on his face.
“Positive. I had planned to fix steaks this weekend so I had already chopped onions, peppers and fresh mushrooms. They’re in the refrigerator, waiting to be put on the grill. So you just sit there looking gorgeous and let me do this. I’m almost done,” he said winking at her.
Her heart skipped a beat. He had been giving her compliments all day and each one had made her heart turn over. Not to mention her body was on a slow burn from the intensity in his gaze when he looked at her. Sasha would have thought after having spent all day yesterday in bed she’d have better control over her hormones. But if anything the opposite were true. She found something erotic in everything he did. Her gaze fell to where he stood working with the steaks. He was massaging seasonings into the meat. The look on his face led her to believe he might be thinking of something other than the steak beneath his fingers. The more she watched those fingers the hotter she got. She tore her gaze reluctantly away and tried to get control of her breathing. She glanced up at him to see if he’d noticed the changes. There was a small smile on his face which led her to believe he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She wished she could be angry. Instead she found herself growing hungrier for something other than food. She was sure it wouldn’t take much to change his mind about eating steak and interest him in eating her instead. Her thoughts surprised her. When had she become so wanton? Just the thought brought a smile to her face. Her, Sasha Jordan, a closet wanton woman.
“Will we be eating in the dining room?” She asked trying to bring her mind out of the gutter where it was currently residing.
Dylan, having finished his task, washed his hands and wiped them on a dishtowel. He put the aluminum foil wrapped steaks on
a tray he would be taking to the grill.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s rather large. I want to be in the same zip code as you when we eat in case I get the urge to nibble on something else after we’re done with the steaks,” he said laughing, reaching over to give her a light kiss on her upturned lips.
The kiss was over too soon for Sasha’s liking.
“It is huge. Why do you have it if you don’t really use it?”
Dylan hunched his shoulders, reached for his bottle of beer on the counter and took the seat across from her.
“I did a lot of renovations on the house before I moved in. When the house was near completion, the decorator saw the size of the dining area and said it just had to have a certain kind of table. One that made a statement. I only use it when I have the occasional sit down dinner party. For most of my meals, I take them upstairs in my office. When the weather’s nice, I eat on the balcony or the deck. But for our purposes, since this is a barbeque of sorts, we will be eating on the deck. If that’s okay with you?”
“You have a balcony?”
Dylan laughed at the look on her face and motioned for her to follow him out of the kitchen. She didn’t recall seeing a balcony when they had driven up. She felt sure she would have noticed one during her first look at the place he called home. She had known to expect wealth but she hadn’t been prepared for the size of his home on the outside or the inside when she had walked through the foyer.
She followed him as he led the way upstairs to what he considered his private domain. Even before Dylan had confirmed it, Sasha had figured a professional had done the lower levels, just as she could tell as she moved up the spiral staircase he had done the upper levels. While the lower level was meant to be a showcase of his wealth and standing in the Chicago society, the upper level was meant to make a statement about the man. Who he was and what he was about. Sasha found she preferred the upper level.
She followed him down a long hall, passing a few rooms that didn’t have any furniture. She figured they were extra bedrooms waiting to be done. But then she passed a room that could only be his office. She paused before the door and felt drawn inside. Now this was Dylan.
The room had a magnificent view of the backyard with ceiling to floor windows to the left and behind the mahogany desk that commanded the majority of the room. There was a massive bookshelf built into the wall on the right. As Sasha stepped closer to examine it, she saw it held awards and certificates for community service and his charitable work, along with pictures of Dylan with the governor and senator of Illinois. The uneasy feeling from yesterday came back.
As she continued to move around the room, her gaze was drawn to the massive desk. It was positively huge. It held a laptop, printer and fax machine and still left a whole section bare. She walked over to touch the smooth surface of the desk. It was cool to the touch. She wondered how it would feel under her bare behind as Dylan laid her down on top of it to feast upon her body. She laughed at the thought. Was this really her thinking such naughty thoughts?
She felt his presence in the room before he even touched her. Strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. She felt his dick swell against her lower back and her body responded in turn. Sasha turned slowly, raising her arms to encircle his neck before pulling his head down to meet hers. Running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, she began to explore his mouth with her tongue. She heard and felt his moan deep in his throat right before he lifted his mouth from hers, allowing them a much needed breath of air. She saw desire reflected in the blue gaze staring back at her but there was also something else lying in their depths. A shiver ran through her body at its intensity.
Unable to handle the brilliance of it any longer, she lowered her head and tried to pull out of his embrace, but Dylan held her fast. He reached down and lifted her chin so her gaze met his once again. Sasha had caught a glimpse of the intense emotion last night and this morning when she’d caught him looking at her before he’d turn away or hidden it. But it was at the front now for all to see.
“Don’t run from it Sasha. I can’t deny how I feel any longer. Nor do I want to. I want you in my life but I’m willing to give you time to decide if it’s where you’d like to be too.” Dylan tucked her against his chest and held her close.
Sasha closed her eyes and enjoyed just being held by this man. She realized this was what had been missing from her other relationships. With Dylan she felt as if she belonged to someone and he wasn’t afraid to show her that with her was where he wanted to be. From the beginning he had never hidden the fact. Even during her two year relationship and engagement with Melvin she hadn’t felt this connected to him. And she wanted this. She wanted to feel as if she belonged to someone. More specifically to belong to this man. The one who could make her insides turn over with just a look or one of his crooked grins. The man who made her want to forget all her rules and just live life, taking each day as it came. Being held within Dylan’s embrace made all her doubts about their blossoming relationship seem unimportant and minute. It made her not care who knew they were together or who saw them. Let them talk.
***
Dylan could practically hear Sasha’s mind working overtime. It had been like that every minute they hadn't been making love last night. It was one of the reasons he’d kept her busy thinking of other things until well into this morning. He smiled. Well that and the fact he couldn't seem to get enough of her. He’d taken great pleasure in exploring all the places they were different in coloring when she’d brought up their race difference again. He’d enjoyed himself even more exploring all the places on her body that were different shades of color. Then this morning on the drive to his house she had mentioned she didn’t want her co-workers to think she’d earned her position by sleeping with him. He’d assured her that wouldn't happen and reminded her she was already earning a reputation for being dependable and capable of handling tough situations. She was making her own mark with the company and didn’t need him to do that for her. He should be tired from all the potential pitfalls and hurdles he’d overcome. But at the root of all of them appeared to be the biggest issue yet – one Dylan hadn’t even considered.
In some respects he lived a high profile life. His position as CFO of Presco put him in the limelight a lot and it also meant he brushed elbows with some of Chicago’s wealthiest and most influential people. He’d never really given it much thought before Sasha had mentioned it but he guessed it could be a bit intimidating. All the other women he’d dated had counted this as a definite benefit to being with him. It put them right where they wanted to be and Dylan had never held any delusions about what they wanted from him. But Sasha was different. She didn’t want any unnecessary attention turned her way. He found it slightly ironic how their biggest obstacle turned out to be his success when it was his success and position with Presco that had brought them together. Dylan was sure somewhere the fates were having a good laugh at his expense.
Never the less he would do whatever it took to keep this woman right were she was. It wasn’t that big of a hardship for him to avoid the spotlight. He’d done it quite successfully over the last few months and had enjoyed not worrying about having cameras going off in his face or his picture plastered all over the papers. He definitely didn’t miss the speculation about who he was dating and what it all meant if anything.
Sasha snuggled closer to him, rubbing her body against him restlessly. Dylan pulled back a little to gaze down into her brown eyes. His body trembled at what he saw. What started out as a gentle taking of her upturned lips turned quickly to a kiss full of heat and passion. He ran his fingers through her loose braids. And when she gasped he took full advantage of her open mouth and swooped in with his tongue.
Her hands ran up and down his broad back, what she could reach of it, before bringing them around between their bodies to caress his chest. Excitement raced through him at her touch. There was always such wonder on her face when she explore
d his body. It made him glad he’d been so vigilant about the gym. She unbuttoned his oxford shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders, he helped shrug it off the rest of the way. Her fingers danced over his heated skin until they centered on his hardened nipples. She licked a path from his breastbone to the tight little nubs where she pulled them into the warm cavern of her mouth. Dylan moaned his pleasure and pulled her closer to her target. She moved from one to the other and back again before moving further down his taut tanned stomach.
Sure hands rested at the waistband of his jeans before reaching for the buttons. He had to wonder were the timid shy woman from yesterday had gone. A part of him missed her but in her place was someone sure of her power over the man standing in front of her and her affect on his body. She knew where to touch to get the most intense reaction out of him. When he felt his jeans fall around his legs he looked down at the woman kneeling in front of him. Hair falling around her face, she impatiently pushed it back out of her way. Having pity, he reached down and pulled it back for her. She smiled up at him before turning her attention to the steepled front of his boxers. All thought left him as Sasha engulfed the boxer covered head of his dick, her mouth instantly soaking the front of his shorts. He rolled his head back on his neck and gave himself over to the feelings coursing through his body. He pulled her head closer as she began to move down his length to stroke his balls through his shorts.
“Oh god. That mouth of yours should be on a most dangerous list somewhere,” he said on a groan as she pushed up one leg of his shorts to suck on his sac.
“Sasha...”
“Yes?” she asked looking up at him with an innocent look that belied the she-devil lying within her.