Lovers in law

by Exley Avis

  “What!”

  “If that’s all you’re offering, Radford, I’m not interested. I’ve been dating swaggering, egotistical, handsome men for a decade and I’m exhausted by them.”

  Her brutal honesty hit hard. A cold surge washed over me and the hairs on my arm stood on end. After coming so far – feeling so sure of myself – was I about to lose her after all? Of all the women I’d set out to impress, I couldn’t bear the thought of failing with Allie.

  “What do you want then?” I asked, not sure I wanted to hear.

  “Perhaps more than you can give.”

  “Then why go through this elaborate pretence if you had no intention of taking it any further?”

  Allie’s grip tightened on my hand and I clung on. “What I’m really looking for is someone who turns up late at my office with pizzas because he knows what it’s like to work under that much pressure,” she said, a smile dancing around the corners of her full, red lips that I wanted to kiss away. “A man who can’t bear to see me shivering and wraps me in his scarf. A proud brother who brags about his sister. A good friend who adores his goddaughter. Someone who’s prepared to get himself arrested to protect my honour – even though it’s a long-lost cause.”

  Relief surged through me. “I could be that guy,” I offered. That and a lot more besides. “I’ve only ever had myself to think about but I’ve loved doing things for you this week.”

  “It’s been wonderful to be taken care of.”

  “You bring out the best in me, Allie. Whenever I’m with you, I want to hold you in my arms and fight off the world.”

  She paused to let the idea sink in deeper and the smile came again, this time wistful and content. “There’s every danger I might fall in love with a man like that.”

  “Then fall,” I told her for the second time in as many weeks. “Because I’ve already begun falling in love with you and it would be wonderful to share the journey.”

  I’d have kissed Allie there and then – crowded restaurant or not – but the waiter appeared at our table to clear our plates.

  “Would you like to see the dessert menu?” he asked.

  I glanced at Allie but saw she had the reply ready on her unkissed lips.

  “No, thank you. I’ll just take the bill.”

  But then she added the magic words.

  “With a portion of tiramisu – to go.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Radford was such a pushover. From the minute I’d walked into the restaurant he’d been thinking from the waist down and the mention of tiramisu tipped him right over the edge.

  “What’s the matter, Radford?” I asked innocently. “Don’t you like tiramisu any more.”

  His smouldering look lit the first flames of a fire that would burn out of control before the night was much older. “You know I love it,” he growled. “And I love the thought of licking it off your pussy right before I fuck you.”

  He didn’t need to draw me a diagram. We got our coats.

  As soon as we were outside, Radford pulled me roughly against him and ground his mouth down onto mine. His tongue invaded me, stealing my breath; fierce, unyielding and possessive. I shivered against him – half from cold and half from desire – but he held me more tightly until the shaking stopped, and warmed me with his hot breath across my cheeks.

  “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he said against my lips, his mouth reluctant to relinquish its power over mine. “I want to brand my kiss on every inch of your body until your skin burns for me.”

  “Then take me home,” I breathed, anticipation rising. “We’ve waited so long already. Don’t let’s waste another minute.”

  We crossed the Millennium Bridge that joined the South Bank with St Paul’s, the wind raw as it came off the Thames and Radford’s arm tight around me to keep me warm. Christmas lights shone along each bank while the surface of the black river beneath us glinted with a thousand broken rainbows. Ahead, the huge, floodlit dome of St Paul’s loomed, guiding us back to Radford’s flat as we laughed and kissed our way over the bridge towards it.

  Our coats hit the hall floor before Radford’s front door had slammed behind us and we reached for one another. I’d never felt such hunger for a man, nor such desire to be devoured by one either, and let go of every thought except for the touch and taste of Radford.

  He kissed me so hard my lips bruised and I winced, but my passion for him was just as violent, taking us both by storm. I shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and tore his shirt from his trousers. Too impatient to unbutton it, I pulled it off over his head so my greedy mouth could feast on the hot skin of his hairy chest a second sooner.

  Radford lost control and pushed me back up against the wall. His lips took possession of mine while his body held me prisoner, leaving his hands free to pull my dress up roughly around my waist.

  This was no longer seduction. It was rough, urgent sex. Radford’s body was on fire for me, burning out of control but I matched his ferocity with my own. I clawed at him. Biting and scratching. Venting six months of sexual longing on his hard body.

  Subtlety dissolved and Radford unleashed his potent desire.

  “I’ve wanted to touch your pussy all night,” he growled. His thigh forced mine apart and his long fingers slipped inside my new, red panties. “You’re so fucking hot, Allie.”

  His fingertip glossed through the swollen folds of my sex, taking in my clit and anus in one sweep. My body liquefied against his hand and my juices flowed, readying my pussy for the sweet invasion of his enormous cock.

  Another sweep of his hand had me thrusting against his palm while he tried to force his finger deep inside me. But my panties were too tight and he cursed under his breath in frustration.

  Grasping them with both hands, he ripped them from me and forced my legs wider.

  “You’re an animal,” I gasped against his hungry mouth as the red lace hit the floor.

  “And I’m going to fuck you like one before the night’s over,” he promised.

  Fingers pierced my pussy roughly, stretching the tender skin wide and taut. I grasped Radford’s wrist and forced his hand deeper into me, afraid I might come before he’d had chance to fuck me the way we both wanted.

  “I want your cock now,” I demanded, pushing him away to make room to undo his trousers and plunging my hand down the front of his shorts. His monumental cock thrust hard and thick between my fingers and his deep rumble of pleasure ran through us both. The scent of pre-cum and hot, engorged flesh rose up and I began to salivate.

  “Suck it,” Radford demanded, taking his sticky fingers out of my pussy. “On your knees. Remind me what you can do with that hot mouth of yours.”

  I needed no second invitation.

  My tongue ran around the purple head. My lips kissed away the drops of pre-cum. My hands pushed Radford’s strong thighs wider and massaged his balls. And finally, my mouth opened to draw his thick, heavy dick deep into my throat.

  It bulged against my tongue. Delicious. Satisfying. Magnificent. I feasted on it – sucking, biting and swallowing the taste of raw, unrestrained sex. My pussy ached to have this giant inside me and I reached down to play my own games with my swollen sex.

  Barely able to stand on shaking legs, Radford leaned forward to undo my dress and pulled it off over my head.

  “You’re touching yourself,” he said, able to see me doing it at last. His cock pulsed against my lips. “You’re turning me on so much. I love watching you. But don’t make yourself come,” he warned. My creative tongue on the underside of his cock took his breath away for a moment. “Not yet,” he gasped. “I want that pleasure.”

  He dropped my bra straps from my shoulders and slid his hands into the red, lacy cups that barely supported my breasts. They were swollen with lust and tender to the touch, making me moan around his shaft. The reverberations sank into Radford’s heavy balls and his libido went into meltdown.

  He pulled his cock from between my lips and dropped to his knees in
front of me. His mouth came down on mine and he tasted himself on my tongue. Lust held me captive while his fingers found my pussy again and pushed inside beside my own.

  “Feel how wet you’re making me,” I gasped as he thumb flicked across my clit. “Fuck me, Radford. Fuck me right now.”

  “Not yet.” I felt him grin against my lips. “Not until I’ve had my dessert.”

  He picked up the pot of tiramisu we’d dropped on the floor in our haste to undress. Standing up, naked and magnificent in front of me, he pulled me to my feet and swept me up into his arms. On the huge dining table, beside the long windows overlooking the river, he lay me down and pushed my thighs wide apart.

  “I’m going to fuck you in front of the whole of London,” he vowed, making it sound like a delicious threat. “I’m going to eat dessert off your pussy then fuck you for anyone who cares to watch.”

  Privacy was the last of my worries as my clit ignited.

  “Make me come,” I begged, my body fluid with desire. “Fuck me hard and make me come.”

  My stockinged thighs clenched around Radford’s hips and I yanked him towards me. The length of his cock rested in my pussy folds, pressing down hard on my swollen clit. My juices soaked his balls. The slender heels of my red shoes pressed against his arse, leaving wheals that would be still there the next morning.

  My bra was off and discarded in a second. Radford cupped my breasts and pushed them tight together. His fingers teased my nipples erect and I arched my back up from the table, pressing against his hands.

  “I’m going to fuck these beautiful tits later,” he promised. “Once I’ve had my fill of your pussy I’m going to fuck every other part of your body too.”

  “Yes please,” I panted. “Fuck me everywhere, like before.”

  He pinched my nipples hard, intending to hurt and delight in equal measure. Sensation raced through every nerve and into my sex like flames sizzling along a fuse wire towards explosives. I went wild for him.

  I tried to sit up, to reach for him but Radford shook his head in rebuke and held me down flat against the table. His finger dipped into the dessert.

  “Taste this,” he demanded, offering it to me. I sucked it into my mouth greedily, tasting cream and coffee and the flavour of sex on his fingers. “That’s how good it’ll taste to me when I eat it from your pussy.”

  “Do it now. Please!” Tears of frustration came to my eyes. But the smile on Radford’s face told me he was enjoying torturing me.

  “First I have to taste it here,” he said, sweeping a second scoop across my tightly-budded nipples.

  His hot mouth came down on them, devouring dessert and breast in the same mouthful. He licked, sucked, tasted and ate me until I couldn’t distinguish my breasts from his tongue.

  “And from here…”

  A slick of tiramisu across my lips was kissed away until not an atom remained.

  “And here too.”

  This time, the sweet cream filled my navel and my belly tightened in anticipation, the nearer Radford’s lips travelled down towards my pussy.

  Dropping to his knees beside the table, Radford spread the remaining dessert across the hot space between my thighs. The alcohol inflamed the skin deep inside the folds of my sex and I squirmed against Radford’s fingers.

  “That feels so good,” I sighed, my body going limp. All thoughts of bringing Radford pleasure left me as I sprawled back across the table top and let him do whatever he pleased with me.

  But the ecstasy was only just beginning.

  Radford’s tongue swept along from the top of my stockings to the centre of my sex where it circled my clit, detonating seismic waves in every limb. He licked his lips and grinned up at me along my body.

  “Mmmm. You taste so delicious,” he breathed. The other thigh was then licked clean before his tongue returned to the centre. “Mouth-watering. I can’t wait to taste the rest.”

  My body imploded and I screamed his name as his tongue pierced me to devour the taste of sex and sweetness. His hands slid under my arse, cupping my cheeks and wrenching my pussy hard against his mouth.

  There was no escaping Radford’s appetite. He fed voraciously on my tender flesh, sucking up every last morsel of my sweetened juices into his eager mouth. Biting and licking the delicate furrows around my sex. Trapping my clitoris between his lips and teasing it with the tip of his tongue until it exploded.

  As the first waves of orgasm took me over, I turned my head. Out in the darkness, on the other side of the window, a thousand pairs of eyes could have been watching us. People crossing the bridge below could have looked up and seen Radford on his knees between my legs, eating dessert from my pussy and getting ready to fuck me hard.

  It was the biggest turn on ever.

  The waves of pleasure building between my thighs crested and rolled onward, building momentum with every sweep of Radford’s hot tongue.

  “I’m coming,” I tried to pant but the words seized in my throat, every nerve channelled into the sweet spot between my legs.

  I’d wanted Radford inside me that first time but suddenly I no longer cared. All that mattered was my steady climb to a shattering conclusion and satisfying the hunger for Radford’s body that had growled inside me for the last six months.

  I pinched my nipples, still tender with Radford’s teeth marks. The carnal moans coming from deep inside me, I hardly recognised as my own; urging him to lick me harder, to push his fingers deeper inside me, to suck and bite my yearning flesh.

  When I thought I couldn’t stand the sweet torture for a second longer, a deluge of sensation swept through me, stripping me of breath and reason.

  My limbs went rigid. The heels of my shiny, new shoes dug into Radford’s back. My hands grasped his head and forced his exquisite mouth tight against my pussy as its walls spasmed around his tongue.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged, finally finding my voice. “Like that. There. Harder. Again.”

  He obeyed and I came convulsively and loudly, shouting Radford’s name out across the river.

  The inside of my chest burned white hot with my racing heart and every vein in my body combusted. But this heat was nothing compared with the forest fire Radford’s tongue had kindled deep within my core. It burned out of control, transporting me way outside of myself until there was nothing left in the world but sex and satisfaction.

  Radford’s hot mouth gorged itself, draining every last drop of pleasure from my pussy. My thighs dripped with my juices and his. The nectar of sex hung in the air around us. I’d been consumed by Radford’s longing and had surrendered myself to his sensual gluttony until the last shudders of orgasm ebbed away.

  I exhaled and relaxed, sated and exhausted. Beyond words or further feeling.

  Radford kissed all over my swollen, tender pussy to soothe away the maelstrom his rough mouth had created there. The tip of his tongue lapped around my clit gently, teasingly. From there it swept down through the seams of my sex and pressed insistently against my anus before his teeth nibbled and bit around the lips of my pussy.

  “That was…unbelievable,” I whispered unevenly. “I’ve never…I’ve never come so hard.”

  Radford stood up, wrapped my thighs tighter around his hips and lifted me up off the table. I reached down for his cock and sighed blissfully to find it still huge and horny. The night wasn’t over yet by a very long way.

  “I want to do something for you now,” I said, kissing him and tasting myself on his lips. I hoped that I’d still be capable of pleasing him in my bliss-weakened state.

  “Don’t worry. It’s most definitely my turn.”

  He carried me across the room, nearer to the window and set me down. I pulled him close and kissed him again, tasting the remnants of my sex, coffee and sweet Marsala on his tongue. My hand stroked his cock up and down, gripping and releasing until his hips picked up my rhythm.

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  “I’ve told you already what I want,” Radford murmured. A tat
tered sigh escaped him as I massaged his balls. “Turn around and bend over. I want to fuck you and your new red shoes with the whole of London watching.”

  Chapter Sixteen.

  She thought we’d done. Allie stretched out across the table and her thighs relaxed their grip. Her high heels had bitten into my back when she came but I’d fantasised about those long legs and red shoes all night. The grazes were a wet dream come true.

  My hunger for Allie had made me rough with her soft, shaven pussy but she’d loved the way I’d devoured her. I can’t count the number of women I’ve gone down on – I love getting up close and very personal with that part of a woman’s anatomy – but none of them had ever melted their luscious sex against my mouth the way Allie did that night.

  When her orgasm came, it had exploded through her, sending shockwaves into my tongue while I drank the taste of tiramisu from her pussy.

  I couldn’t wait to fuck her properly.

  I set her down facing the window and stood behind her, her naked body reflected back at me in the glass. “Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Let me see you make yourself ready for me.”

  Her reflection smiled back at me as I watched her red-nailed finger snake down her body and in between the lips of her wet sex. She rubbed her clit, surprising herself at the pleasure she could still find there after coming so hard. She sighed and closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations her hand kindled between her legs.

  “You’ve made me sore,” she breathed, but it wasn’t a complaint. “Your mouth has left me raw and tender. It feels so good to rub it better.”

  She spread her legs wide and smoothed her hand across her pussy, bending forward so she could brace her other palm against the window. I could see her fingers from behind now and pumped my cock as I watched the slut-red nails loop around her clit more slowly and gently than my brutish tongue had done ten minutes earlier.

  The chafed pinkness of her pussy was soothed and caressed to take the sting out of the silky skin. But her fingers glistened with a new flow of wetness and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.