Primal

by Sasha White

  “Everything’s being recorded, too. Right?” She looked at Adam. “Not just monitored.”

  He nodded. “Again, for their protection should something go wrong. And ours.”

  She pointed to the image of a well-known rock star gagged and strapped down on a spanking bench from camera five. “Does he know it’s being recorded?”

  “He does,” Eric answered. “We have several celebrity members who depend on the security and the privacy we guarantee.”

  Before she could ask how they could guarantee such privacy and discretion in this day and age, Adam reached for her hand again. “Come on. Time to let Eric get back to work.”

  He led her to the back wall of the office and what, aside from the biometric lock on it, looked like a closet door. He opened it, and they were in his loft. He dropped her back on the floor, turned to her, and pinned her with a look.

  “Come here,” he said.

  That was all it took and the arousal that had been on a low simmer deep inside her all night came slamming to the surface. The look in his eyes, the command in his voice, they worked together to shut her brain down and open up her body. With pleasure her only thought, she moved forward, stopping on the small area carpet where he pointed in the middle of the room.

  “Did you like what you saw tonight?” he asked as he prowled around her.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Any questions?”

  He expected her to think? All she could think about was they were finally alone, and he still hadn’t touched her. “Yes. What are you waiting for?”

  “Eager, aren’t you?” He laughed, his own eagerness seeming to somehow calm, as hers ramped up higher. “Don’t you worry, little lady. I’ve got plans for you.”

  He stopped in front of her, leaning close as he spoke softly. “Last time I had you in this room, my own impatience to be inside you got the best of me. Tonight’s going to be different.”

  She licked her lips, tasting his breath on her skin, and leaned forward wanting more.

  Hunger for his taste filled her soul, and she whimpered. God, she wanted him. She craved his touch, his taste…his body inside her as they connected in the most primal way. The slickness of her need flooded her thighs, and as their eyes met, it was as if there was nothing between them.

  “On your knees,” he said.

  She didn’t hesitate, just kicked off her heels and knelt on the thin carpet before him. Her heart was pounding so hard as she watched him undo his jeans and shove them to the floor that she imagined he could see it thumping in her chest…the same way she could see his pulse throb in the way his cock bobbed when he stood straight.

  Adam’s hands gripped her head and pulled her toward him. She looked up at him and opened her mouth eagerly.

  Olivia thrilled at the feel of his cock as it thickened and got even harder in her mouth. She flattened her tongue against the underside of him and sucked, loving the way he dropped his head back and groaned in pleasure.

  “That’s it, Beauty, suck my cock. Tasty isn’t it? You like this don’t you?” he muttered. “Nothing fancy tonight, babe, just relax, and let me fuck your mouth. We gotta take the edge off so I can do you right.”

  Holding her head still, he began to thrust deep enough the head of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. She fought her gag reflex with every thrust but didn’t pull back.

  “Oh yeah, take it deep. Tilt your head back, babe. That’s it.” He sighed with pleasure, and tears welled behind her eyes.

  Her nipples had hardened to a painful point and every inch of her skin was itchy and aching to be scratched by him. She reached forward, putting her hands on his thighs, not to hold him back, but to touch him. She ran her hands up, down and around his legs, thrilling at the hard muscle and soft hair beneath her palms.

  She wanted more.

  Whimpering, she slid her hands up and behind, gripping his ass cheeks and urging him forward, harder, faster. Saliva and cum leaked out the side of her lips, slid down her chin and dripped onto her silk blouse. She tried desperately to drag breath into her lungs through her flaring nostrils and didn’t give her expensive blouse another thought.

  Adam’s breathing matched hers, harsh and loud, filling the room. She slid a hand deeper between his ass cheeks and pressed two fingers against his perineum. He grunted loudly, thrust deep, and held her there with her nose pressed up against his groin, his scent filling her head as hot cum gushed down her throat.

  “Holy fuck,” he muttered, petting her head tenderly as she licked his softening member clean.

  Adam stood there, knees locked, waiting for his strength to return. If he’e tried to walk right then, he would fall flat on his face. By the time he could move, Olivia was simply sitting at his feet, resting her head against his naked thigh, and he didn’t want to.

  He looked down at the top of her head, ran his fingers through her luscious blonde curls, and wondered what he’d done so right to deserve her in his life.

  Bending low, he slid an arm around her back and the other beneath her legs and lifted. He carried her to the bed and set her down. After tossing his shirt aside, he started peeling her clothes of her body, slowly nuzzling and kissing every inch of soft satiny skin as it was revealed.

  He felt her gaze on him the whole time, watching him as her fingers stroked through his hair and over his shoulders. She lay beneath him, open, and giving all of herself.

  Affection blended with desire as he used his body to show her everything he was feeling. Searching kisses and loving touches soon turned to more as she writhed and rubbed against him. He gripped both of her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head while his other hand slid between their slick bodies.

  With a smooth swivel of his hips, he had her spread wide, his fingers brushing over the damp curls covering her sex and slipping into the pure wet heat of her hungry cunt. He thrust two fingers deep and rocked the palm of his hand against her clit. She moaned and whimpered, and his blood got hotter, his dick harder.

  Small tremors racked her body, and Adam thrilled at the pleasure shining from her bright gaze She was close, so damn close.

  “Come on, Beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, as he curled the fingers he’d buried inside her in search of that magic spot. “I can feel how much you want me. How greedy your body is for my touch. Come on, baby, come for me.”

  He thrust again, curling his fingers even more, and she gasped, her whole body tensing. “There it is,” he crooned, stroking faster. Her pussy walls clenched, and he grinned. “Christ, you feel good. So greedy, so slick and hot and hungry.”

  He leaned forward, putting his open mouth against the skin of her neck. He scraped his teeth against her, and she cried out, arching up, hips pumping as she came so hard he wondered if her cunt would crush his fingers.

  When she relaxed, he pulled out and quickly flipped her over, tugging her hips up until she was on her knees with her chest still against in the mattress.

  “Oh babe, ass in the air looks so damn good on you,” he muttered, running his hands over her soft ass. He spread the cheeks wide and buried his face between them. His thumbs spread her wide, his tongue thrust deep, and his teeth nipped teasingly at the puffy pussy lips. He was getting drunk on her juices, using the fingers of one hand to pump in and out to keep them coming as he licked and sucked them up.

  She rocked against the bed, her low moans of pleasure music to his ears. Blood flowed south fast, and his cock got harder and harder, wanting desperately to be inside her. He shifted his aim a little, his hand leaving her hot channel to focus on the swollen bud of her clit as his tongue brushed lightly over her puckered rear hole.

  Her body jerked in response, and he chuckled. “So sensitive. I fucking love that about you,” he murmured.

  “Nobody’s…ever…done this before,” she said, gasping and pushing back as he rimmed her. He licked softly then stabbed with his tongue. A shudder ripped through her, making his heart pound and his dick throb.
r />   “Adam, please.”

  “Please, what?” he asked as he ran a finger up and down her slit, spreading all her juiciness up and around, enjoying the feel of her at his mercy.

  She spread her legs farther, and he rubbed her clit faster as his tongue swirled around her pretty little puckered back entrance until she almost screamed. “Fuck me, Adam! Please!”

  “All you had to do was ask, baby.”

  He moved, grabbing a condom, ripping the package open and sheathing himself as fast as he could. He wasn’t fast enough though, because as he watched, one of her hands slid between her thighs and she began rubbing her own clit, her back arching and falling as she humped her hand.

  His arm snapped out, and he slapped her ass, hard. The sound echoed through the room, along with her shriek.

  “Did I tell you to touch yourself?” he asked.

  “Nooo,” she moaned.

  He got on his knees on the bed, lining the head of his cock up with her quivering sex. Gripping her hips tightly, he held her in place while he slowly eased inside her. Inch by inch, he filled her up, feeling her tight cunt stretch around him until he was in deep and her insides were twitching around him. Fuck, that was hot.

  Moving slow, he watched their bodies connect as he eased out and back in, keeping his pace slow and steady.

  He watched her eyes flutter open as she lifted her head, pleading with him silently over her shoulder. Her lips parted, and for an instant, he wanted to be fucking her mouth again. She bit her bottom lip, and another whimper filled the room. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want.”

  “Harder,” she gasped out. “Please.”

  Adam grinned, “Oh, yeah.” He leaned forward, wrapped his hand in her hair, and pulled. Using her hair like reins, he began to really ride her, his hips slapping against her inner thighs. She cooed her delight.

  “You like that? You like it hard?” His hips picked up speed, slamming into her. “You like it a little rough?”

  She moaned, and her cunt sucked at him, giving him an answer.

  With no hesitation, he pumped fast and hard into her hot, narrow channel. His belly slapped against her ass, and her breasts bounced as she braced herself against the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Her insides spasmed, squeezing him so tight he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Fuck, you’re greedy.” he muttered.

  His balls drew up tight, and he pumped faster, harder. Oh God. Fuck. Her cunt clamped down hard on his cock, and her wetness flooded him, and with one last thrust, he went as deep as he could and let go.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The next morning, Olivia woke up when Adam rolled her onto her back and slid between her legs. He didn’t say anything, didn’t ask if she was in the mood. He simply buried his face in her neck and his cock in her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, slowly waking up as he moved gently within her. It took her a few minutes to realize she wasn’t dreaming and that she truly was in his bed, in his arms.

  This time, there was no hot waves of lust drowning her thoughts. This time, he pushed up on his elbows and stared into her eyes as their bodies moved in an ancient sinuous dance that had her heart ready to burst with emotion. Breath blending with his, heart pounding, she reached up and pulled him down for a kiss, crying out against his lips as her sex clenched and waves of pleasure washed over her.

  Adam shifted, his hips moving faster, his cock going deeper. He arched up, grinding himself against her as he growled and pushed deep, setting off another series of fireworks in her body, her empty sex clenching as he pulled out and hot cum washed over her belly.

  He dropped next to her on the bed, and she curled into his side while they both caught their breath.

  “Morning,” he said.

  “Good morning,” she replied, snuggling closer.

  “You got plans today?”

  She hesitated for only a second before answering. “Plans to be with you.”

  He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Good plan.”

  They lounged about in bed for another hour, just talking quietly about nothing special. Olivia thrilled at the ability to simply reach out and run her hand down his chest, or over his bare thigh. Lord, but he was a fine specimen of manhood.

  When his stomach growled loudly, she laughed and jumped from the bed. He followed her into the shower and pinned her to the wall for another fuck that left her knees shaking and her heart pounding.

  She’d thought they’d spend the whole day in his place, but he surprised her by taking her for breakfast at a nearby restaurant. Pride filled her at the hungry looks he got as they walked the sidewalk. Despite the fact that he was always looking, always watching, he didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge the looks, and she felt like a giddy teenager at the knowledge that he was hers.

  They spent a lazy Sunday afternoon walking around the nearby arts district. Window shopping, people watching, and just being together. And not once did Olivia think about work.

  After a fabulous dinner of Korean BBQ on Alameda, they walked back to his place. By the time they got back to the lot, she had a much better understanding for why he preferred to walk or take the bus instead of driving everywhere.

  She’d seen things that afternoon that she’d never noticed before, despite living in Los Angeles her whole life.

  “Time to head home, I guess,” she said, pulling her keys from her purse. He took her keys and opened the Jag’s door for her. “Will I see you this week?”

  “You know where I am, babe. Come anytime.”

  She settled into the plush seat and smiled up at him. “I just might surprise you, then.”

  He kissed her and closed the door, frowning when she tried to start the car, and it took three tries before it turned over. When Adam didn’t say anything or nag her, she gave him bonus points for recognizing she was a woman who wanted a man, but didn’t need a keeper.

  She was at red a light not ten minutes later when her phone beeped. She checked the text and laughed softly.

  AK: Sam’s Auto 555-5658. They’re expecting a call tomorrow.

  Adam didn’t see Olivia on Monday, but she showed up at the gym Tuesday evening with bags full of groceries. He was in the middle of a training session with Bash, so he gave her his key and sent her upstairs to wait for him. By the time he got upstairs, she’d made a dinner of fish tacos and was pulling a pan of peanut butter cookies from the oven.

  The best thing about it was that when she eyed his sweaty chest the way he eyed the cookies, he bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her brains out before they ate.

  Wednesday morning he got up and made her a protein shake so she could take breakfast with her and not be late in to the office. They texted throughout the day, just silly things that shared their lives even though they weren’t actually together, and when he called her that night, she asked him to be her date for her friend’s cafe opening the next night.

  Which is why he was now putting up with the beady eye from the pudgy rent-a-cop at the reception desk of Olivia’s office building. He was waved through and headed to the big bank of elevators along one wall.

  It was real nice building she was in. Lots of glass and shiny chrome, surrounded by white walls. It had a bit of a futuristic hospital vibe to it, which was probably a good thing since it was full of doctors’ offices and research labs.

  When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, he stepped out into a large open area scattered with plants and a couple of chairs. A sturdy redhead with sharp features sat behind a big desk, talking on the phone. Despite her professional and friendly tone of voice, she tapped a pen against the desk in rapid agitation.

  “I’m sorry you feel that way, Ms. Wells, but Dr. Hamilton is no longer available to counsel you. She did speak to the insurance company, and they’ve agreed to Dr. Banks taking you on, and have offered several more sessions to help you through this rough time.”

  The redhead met his gaze and nodded to a nearby chair, telling him to
have a seat. He stayed where he was.

  “Like I said, Ms. Wells, Dr. Hamilton isn’t available, but she knows you’ll do wonderfully with Dr. Banks if you just give him a chance. Have a wonderful day,” she said then hung up the phone, then glared at him. “Can I help you?”

  “I’m here for Olivia.”

  She considered him, and he saw the street smarts under her polished exterior.

  “You must be the reason she’s been coming in late and leaving early lately,” she said softly. “Well, not leaving too early, just early for her.”

  He gave her a small smile but said nothing. The evaluation ended, and she grinned, turning her sharp features soft. “Good for you.”

  The door behind her opened, and Olivia stepped out with some envelopes in her hand. She grinned at Adam, and his heart kicked in recognition.

  “Send these out in the morning, would you please, Julia?” she asked without looking at her assistant. “Come on in, Adam. I just have to get my bag.”

  He followed her into the office, loving the way the ridiculous heels she wore made her hips swing with every step. He closed the door behind him and went to stand beside her desk. She’d pulled her purse out of a drawer and was reaching for her fancy briefcase when he spoke.

  “Stop.”

  She froze, her gaze snapping to him at the command. “Adam?”

  “Lift your skirt and bend over the desk.”

  Color rushed up her neck, and she swallowed. Contentment washed over him when she did exactly as he asked, without question. When she revealed pretty blue panties that cupped her cheeks lovingly, he groaned. “I love that sexy shit you wear.”

  Reaching out, he ran his hand up her inner thigh and traced her pussy lips through the silk covering. As his fingers stroked and teased, he leaned forward, pressing his body against her back and nuzzling at the curve of her neck. Her scent filled him, light and airy, clean. She was so clean and pure, and he wanted to do such dirty, dirty things to her.