by Avery Flynn
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.
To see the prize at the end of his happy trail. “You naked.”
“Lucky for you…” He unbuttoned his shorts and lowered the zipper. “I’m in an accommodating mood.”
Springy honey-brown curls peeked out from the opening. She gulped and clenched her thighs. Commando. He’d been strutting around her condo for how long, while free balling it? If she’d known, she would have been sneaking even more peeks than she had already.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
It wasn’t a request and she didn’t care. That little growly tone in his voice made her want him more, but she didn’t give in that easy. The chase—the anticipation—that was half of the fun.
Planting her hands on her hips, she stood straighter and thrust her breasts out. “Not until you’re naked.”
Eyes dilated, his mouth twisted for a second in a way that promised she’d pay for that later in the best way possible. Without saying a word, he flipped off his sandals and shoved his shorts the rest of the way down. The resulting dampness between her legs made a mockery of the entire concept of panties. His cock was fucking beautiful. He was big—not like scary porn star big, but like Fassbender in that sex addict movie big—and she couldn’t wait to wrap both hands around its impressive girth before taking the smooth head into her mouth.
“Get on the fucking bed.” Hunger darkened his eyes and made his body hard and ferocious.
“I don’t know, we might disturb the neighb—” Before she could finish the snarky remark, she was a foot off the ground, her feet dangling in the air.
He tossed her lightly onto the bed, then strode to the edge and loomed over her. “Teasing time is over. No words. Not unless it’s about what you want me to do to that pussy of yours that is so wet I can smell its sweet tang, or how you want me to suck or tweak your absolutely perfect tits, or any way you want me to play with your body or what you want to do to mine.”
“I want to suck your cock.” She licked her lips in anticipation.
A slow smile spread across his face and he wrapped one hand around his dick, stroking it slowly as if to say he’d decide the when and the where of that. “Take off your clothes and lay on your back.”
She’d never stripped so fast in her life, but it wasn’t fast enough. An urgency had taken her over, driving her to a level of wanting she’d never experienced before. It wasn’t just in want of an orgasm. This was different. This was a connection, a coupling, she couldn’t explain.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said half under his breath.
He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Her body responded to his gaze traveling over her as if it were a caress, going wet and soft and pliant everywhere except for her nipples and clit.
“Turn on your side.” He laid down next to her, his face inches from her pussy.
Adjusting his position to account for the height differential, he curved his body so his cock pointed straight at her mouth. Understanding dawned and she bent her top leg at the knee and put her foot on the bed, giving him better access to the one place she needed him to touch now. As he slid his fingertips across her wet folds, exploring and testing her responses, she extended her tongue and licked around his head, making sure to taste the pre-cum making it glisten.
He groaned and dipped a finger inside her, circling her entrance before going in farther to rub against her G-spot. Her thigh muscles quivered as the tingling sensation spiraled outward. The urge to surrender to it, to just lay back and enjoy the ride, was nearly too tempting to ignore, but she was too greedy to do that. She wanted the body-buzzing high he was giving her, along with the vicarious pleasure she was taking by enjoying his dick. She wanted it all and thank God, Sawyer was very good at performing double duty. He added a second finger to the first, twisting them inside her, making sure that one—and sometimes both—were making contact with the bundle of nerves inside. She let out a strangled moan as she wrapped both hands, one stacked on top of the other, around his wide girth and then dipped her head down and sucked the head into her mouth. A hint of salty remained and she swiped at it with her tongue as she took in as much of him as possible. Mr. Anaconda Cock hadn’t been false advertising.
“That’s it honey, swallow me just like that. If you only knew how many times I’ve looked at your lips and wondered how they’d look wrapped around me just like that.” He worked his fingers inside her harder, but kept up his slow, torturous pace. “A little more. I want to feel the back of your throat.” He eased his hips forward. “Yes, honey, that is amazing. You are amazing.”
Breathing through her nose, she took as much of him in as she could from that angle, loving the taste of him and the sound of his appreciative groans that sent a shiver of desire straight through her.
“Honey, you’re so slick for me. I just love looking at all this wet pink, but I can’t wait much longer to taste you.”
He increased the speed and pressure from his fingers on her G-spot, never touching her clit, no matter how desperate it was for relief. The vibrations in her thighs intensified, growing longer and stronger as he moved his magic fingers, his face only inches from her core where he could see every twitch and clench.
“You’re close, honey. Look at how your sweet pussy grasps at my fingers.” He picked up speed, tapping and rubbing his fingers across the sensitive bundle of nerves as he finger fucked her past the point of no return. “That’s it. I want to see your pussy flood while my dick’s buried in your mouth. Then, I’m going to lick you clean so you can come again, only this time all over my face.”
Spurred on by his words and promises, she took him as deep as she could, filling herself with him on both ends, as she gave herself up to the pleasure taking her higher and higher until it exploded, taking away everything except for him.
Breathless and with her heart racing, she let his cock slip from between her lips and collapsed onto her back, gulping in air and trying to remember her name.
“Oh no, honey.” He drew himself up onto all fours and straddled her still recovering body, his wet cock dangling above her face, too high for her to reach unless she propped herself up, and his mouth parallel to her pussy. “That wasn’t just talk.” He dove in between her thighs, licking her clit soft and slow. “Even better than what I thought you’d taste like. Is it too sensitive?”
“No,” she sighed, fisting the comforter in her hands as the vibrations started again, this time on the outside of her thighs traveling across her hips and straight up to her nipples. “God, it’s good.”
*****
Hearing those words from Penny as she panted and rubbed against his mouth spurred him to push them even farther. He wanted her come coating his lips when he finally slid home inside her. Rotating so that instead of being above her he was kneeling between her legs, he took in the awe-inspiring sight of her flushed cheeks and lust-dazed smile as she laid on her back.
“Just wait.” He slid his hands under her thighs and pulled them as far apart as they would go, opening her up to him to ravage, to worship, to make love to her with his mouth. “It’s about to get better.”
Sucking and licking and circling her swollen clit at the same time as his thumb traced her opening before sliding it inside, he felt her shiver against his touch. The sound of her moan as her fingers wound through his hair, pulling him closer, made his balls tighten.
“I’m so close,” she said as she lifted her hips and undulated against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”
As if she had to worry about that. As long as she kept making that soft mewling sound, he was going to keep going. He could spend days between her legs. He sucked her clit into his mouth, letting it go with an audible pop and then focused all his attention to the sensitive patch of skin below her clit and above her opening. Over and over he lapped his tongue up and down from her clit to her U-spot as her breathing quickened and her pussy tightened around his thumb.
“That’s it. That’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t—” Her
whole body stiffened as her climax tore through her and her sweet juice hit his tongue.
He softened his touch, slowing but not stopping as she rode the wave. As her breathing returned to normal, he gave her slick folds one last lick and sat back on his haunches. Penny lay before him, watching him through her eyelashes, a sly smile curling her lips.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Now I know what all those women were yelling about.”
That stopped him cold. He didn’t want her to remember the man he’d been before, the one trying to drown his problems in pussy. That wasn’t why he was here with Penny. “Forget about them.”
“But they’ve been so entertaining.” She propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze dropping to his cock, which twitched a hello. “Anyway, I need to know one more thing.”
“Name it.” Like he could refuse her. Sitting naked in the middle of a bed with the sexiest woman he’d ever met, she could have asked to tie him to the bed with her panties and he would have said yes.
“There’s always a lot of screaming and then a short silence, then the fun starts again.” She raked her teeth against her bottom lip, leaving it slick and puffy. “What do you do in the second round?”
“Why, were you taking notes?” It turned him on to think so.
She rolled up into a sitting position, their knees touching. “I couldn’t help but hear.”
An image of her lying in bed and rubbing her wet pussy flashed in his mind. “And did it turn you on?”
“Sometimes.” She braced her hands on his bare thighs, sending shockwaves straight to his cock, and leaned in close. She stopped her mouth a hairsbreadth away from his. “Now it’s your turn to answer. What did you do?”
“Why don’t I show you?” Curling his hand around the back of her neck, he yanked her closer and crashed his lips to hers.
The kiss wasn’t delicate and sweet. Hungry, desperate and well past waiting, he needed what only Penny could give him.
She moaned her approval, and glided her hands down his chest, over his racing heart and lower until she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Up and down she stroked, taking him from zero to sixty so fast he was ready to come before he’d even taken another breath. That wouldn’t do. He wanted to be buried to the hilt inside her.
Without breaking the kiss, he tilted her off balance so she landed on her stomach in the middle of the bed. Hoping like hell that his guess was right, he pulled open the drawer of her bedside table. Score! He tore open the foil packet and slipped on the condom.
“You want to know what I did with them?” he asked.
“Yes.” She peeked at him over her shoulder.
Kneeling behind her, he hooked a forearm underneath hips and yanked her back fast so her ass was right up against his dick, while pressing a palm between her shoulder blades to keep her top half pressed to the bed. “I fucked them like this. Hard. Fast. Deep. Is that what you want, honey? You want my cock that far inside your pussy?”
She tilted her hips so her ass raised another two inches higher. “God yes.”
He lined up his dick with her glistening entrance and pushed forward, getting the head and a few inches into her warm sheath. Fuck. It was good. Almost too good.
“Are you going to scream for me?” he asked. “I have a nosey neighbor who loves to masturbate while she listens to me fuck other chicks. If you don’t scream for me, she can’t get off. You want her to get off don’t you?”
He pushed another few inches in. God, she was tight.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“She couldn’t hear that.” He smacked her ass, leaving a pink handprint. “Louder.”
“Yes,” she screamed.
Another long slow push and he was all the way in her hot, wet pussy. “I’m all the way in. What do you want now?”
She said something but she’d turned her face back into the pillows and it muffled her words.
He started to pull out of her, inching out his cock as she clenched around him, as if trying to keep him in place. “I couldn’t hear you, honey. What do you want?”
“Fuck me, Sawyer,” she cried. “Make me come all over that big dick.”
He’d never heard sweeter words in his whole life. “Whatever you want, honey.”
He pounded into her—forcefully, relentlessly—as she met his every thrust and groaned at his every withdrawal. He stayed with her, fucking her with the intensity of a man who’d just found someone he didn’t know he’d been looking for, but couldn’t live without.
Lifting his hand that had been holding her down, he pulled her up so her back was solid against his chest and then he reached around to strum her clit. Again and again he pushed into her until his balls tightened and he knew he was close, so fucking close.
He squeezed her clit between his fingers right as he buried himself as deep inside her as he could. She cried out, her pussy clamping down on his dick as she came. That was all it took. Sawyer went over the edge with Penny, sailing into an oblivion where only the two of them mattered.
Collapsing backward, he was careful to make sure her downward trip to the bed was gentle.
“Now I know.” She smiled and her eyelids fluttered shut.
But she didn’t. That had been different—that had been only with her—but if the fantasy turned her on, he’d keep playing along. “Next time, I’ll show you what else I did.” He brushed a kiss across her forehead and got up.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he came back to find her curled up on her side under the covers. He lifted the blanket and snuggled up behind her. Tucking her closer so she fit perfectly against him as he spooned her, Sawyer took a deep whiff of her peach-scented hair and tried to figure out what in the hell had just happened, because everything seemed different.
Penny was beautiful, but it was more than just that. It was her sass, her determination, her persistence and her talent. If she ever found out about the bet he’d made with D’Andre, she’d walk away without a second look back. Just imagining that was like getting sucker punched in the kidneys. He’d call D’Andre tomorrow and tell him the whole thing was off. Then he had to do whatever it took to make sure she never found out and, if she did, pray she wouldn’t hate him for keeping it secret.
Chapter Seven
The beeping wouldn’t stop. Sitting up in the darkness, Penny slapped around the bed trying to find the noise’s origin when she could barely open her eyes. Her palm smacked against something big and man smelling. She went hunted-rabbit-in-a-nature-documentary still, except for her jack-hammering pulse.
“Five more minutes,” Sawyer mumbled as he rolled over, taking most of the blankets with him.
The pent-up breath she’d been holding whooshed out. Okay, the hard thing was the man who’d rocked her world a few hours ago, but the beeping, she still had no—the portfolio!
“Wake up.” She threw back the covers, scrambled out of bed and flipped on the light. “It’s the GPS. The thief is on the move.”
Sawyer bolted out of bed and managed to get his clothes on before she’d even found her underwear.
“How did you do that?” she asked, pulling back the covers in search of her missing panties.
He grinned as he balled up her hot pink panties and tossed them at her. “Working undercover in vice trains you to be ready to scatter at a moment’s notice.”
After that it was a mad dash to get dressed, out the door and down to the parking garage.
“You navigate and I’ll drive.” Penny unlocked her black Lexus hardtop convertible. The car was her baby, no one was driving it.
“Yes, ma’am.” Sawyer gave her a teasing salute before getting in on the passenger side. “Okay, it looks like the perp just left Daring Ink and is on North Miami Avenue headed toward downtown.”
For the next twenty minutes they drove in silence, trying to catch up to the blinking red dot on Sawyer’s cellphone. Penny followed his directions to turn left or right or continue straight ahead all while s
he tried to work out the puzzle of what had just happened between them. They’d had sex. Duh. But they’d done it at her condo, a huge no-no in her book. Plus, he wasn’t a guy she’d be able to avoid on a permanent basis unless she moved, and that wasn’t happening.
So what was next? She had no frickin’ clue.
“Turn right at the next light,” he said. “So what’s the deal with your no boyfriends rule?”
The conversational changeup should have made her pause, but she was beginning to realize that the unexpected was his version of normal. “I don’t believe in commitments.”
“Sounds like the beginning of a story.” He kept his eyes on his phone or the road, but some of his attention zeroed in on her.
“Not really. I found out a year ago that the man I’d grown up thinking was my father, wasn’t.” Talking about her mother’s lies usually made her stomach twist and her palms sweat, but being in the car with Sawyer as they drove around Miami after midnight gave her emotional distance and made it easier to talk about. “My real dad is a rich dude named Paul Dare who, eons ago, decided to try the straight life so his snooty family wouldn’t hate him for being gay. It sucks that he had to do that. I feel bad for the guy.”
“I’m not tracking,” he said. “How does that affect your opinion about commitments?”
“The woman Paul tried to go straight with was my mom She got knocked up with my brother and I. She was young and scared so she left Miami and went back to her small hometown in the Florida panhandle.” Responding to Sawyer’s pointing, Penny turned right. Her hands were steady on the steering wheel and her nerves were as calm as if she was telling the sad sack life of some other girl. “Mom told my brother and I that our dad was Paul Dare, a long-haul trucker who abandoned her. I don’t know why, it wasn’t like the truth was something to be ashamed of, at least for most people. For a girl from the sticks in conservative country? Maybe it was enough to lie to her children for their entire lives.”
The all too familiar bitterness of a wasted childhood spent thinking she was fatherless, when her father had been out there the whole time, welled up within her. It burned the back of her throat and turned her tongue to acid. The betrayal still hurt like a fresh wound.