The Perfect Stroke

by Jordan Marie

  It’s much too late to change anything.

  I watch her jogging up to me like she doesn’t have a care in the world. As beautiful as she is right now in her jeans and pale blue tank with her hair pulled up on top of her head, I want to spank her ass. She stops two steps down from where I’m perched by the door to her brownstone apartment.

  “Where have you been, pet?”

  “Running,” she says, her voice breathless.

  “Most people run in exercise clothes.”

  “Seemed like an expense I didn’t need to worry about. I don’t get to run that often.” She shrugs.

  It bothers me. Has she been going without to cover for her damned brother? She can’t run in jeans. It will chaff the inside of her thighs, and since I now have plans for those beauties, that is unacceptable.

  “You ran from my bed this morning.”

  “You were sleeping. It didn’t seem right to wake you. I needed to get back to my apartment and start my day.”

  “You could have started it in my bed.”

  “I’m not sure that would have been a good idea.”

  “I’m positive it would have been,” I tell her, sliding my fingers along the base of her neck and cupping the side of her face. “Because then I could have started my day in you.” I watch as her eyes dilate as I bring her closer to my lips.

  “I can see how that might have been … preferable,” she whispers. Our lips are almost touching and her tongue darts out to lick against my bottom lip. I capture it, bringing it into my mouth. Somehow, her taste is even better this morning. I could be in trouble with this girl because just this has calmed the anger I had building inside me upon finding her gone. I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue play and becoming familiar with her again.

  “That’s better,” I tell her when our lips break apart.

  “Good morning to you, too,” she tells me.

  “You sneaking out on me is unacceptable, pet.”

  “I needed to get back to my world and find my brother,” she says.

  Her words put me on edge. “I told you I would help you do that.”

  “I know, but we kind of got distracted, and I know you just agreed to help me to—”

  “To what?”

  “Get in my pants.”

  “And you figure now that I’ve achieved that, I won’t worry about your brother?”

  “Something like that,” she admits. I let my thumb move back and forth over her cheek, studying her. With any other woman, she’d be right.

  “You gave yourself to me, pet. I’ll take care of you, and that means helping you find your brother.”

  Her eyes study me and I can see distrust in her eyes. She has good reason to feel like that. It doesn’t mean I like it, however.

  “I’ll trust you.” Why does it feel like she’s telling much more than what her words are saying? What is this woman doing to me? “Where do we start?” she asks.

  “Breakfast, pet. Then we’ll discuss business.”

  For a second I think I see disappointment in her eyes, but she nods her agreement. I take a step away from her, which isn’t easy. I hold out my hand, and something shifts inside of me when she places her small hand in mine and squeezes it.

  “Roman, people are staring,” Ana complains.

  We’re sitting in the middle of a breakfast chain restaurant. A type of place I can’t say I’ve stepped foot in for years. I let Ana pick where we went and from the look in her eyes, I know she thought she would shake me with her choice. What she doesn’t realize is that things like this might be one of the reasons she appeals to me so deeply. According to the menu, our entire meal will probably be covered with twenty bucks. The women before her would have picked a place where twenty dollars wouldn’t have covered the tip.

  “You’re imagining it, pet.”

  “Not hardly, Anthes. Is there a reason you always insist I sit in your lap?”

  “Anthes?”

  She smirks, putting a forkful of pancakes in my mouth. The blueberry and sugary syrup combine in my mouth, and though it’s good, it’s not even a comparison to the taste of Ana. “If it bothers you, imagine I’m calling you Daddy. Or do you prefer Master?”

  The little minx. She’s full of sass and I apparently love it because my dick is demanding its turn at training her. My lips find her ear and she giggles, pulling her head down to try and halfheartedly get away. My fingers dig into her thigh at the same time that my teeth bite into her earlobe. She gasps from the small dose of pain, and I feel a gentle shudder travel through her body.

  “Roman,” she murmurs, and motherfucker, if my dick isn’t leaking on my leg.

  “You’re tempting me to show you who is in charge, right here in the middle of this restaurant. Keep it up, pet, because I would like nothing better than to fuck you.”

  “You wouldn’t,” she answers, but I can hear the doubt in her words as her entire body goes still.

  “In a fucking heartbeat,” I assure her and I’m completely serious.

  “Maybe we should talk about something else,” she suggests, and the look on her face is so sweet that I kiss her on the lips. Her tongue pushes into my mouth, deepening the kiss, and I let her explore while I take another hit of her addictive flavor. I was right; she’s definitely more potent than any drug.

  When I break the kiss, I pick up one of the sausage links, forgetting my fork. I bring it to her lips and she opens, deliberately taking the food inside and wrapping her tongue around it as she goes. Her ass wiggles around on my lap, torturing my cock. She plays for a few more minutes, purposefully teasing with the food, before eating it.

  “You keep wiggling around like that and we’re going to have a repeat of what happened during your dance. While I did love it, the next time I come it will be inside of you.”

  Her cheeks somehow blush again. I’m getting used to this, how her almost innocent side mixes with the wicked woman and constantly entertains me. I’m starting to think she might be the first woman I’ve ever met who will never bore me. A woman like that is someone you could … keep. That’s insane though. I’m not that man. It’s time I bring this conversation around to something which will keep her from working her spell on me. She’s different, but she’s just a woman.

  “Tell me how you found out your brother was missing.”

  She stiffens in my arms, and I hate that I took the playful look off her face. I’m even starting to hate the fact that I’m the fucker who has her brother.

  “Allen always disappears. I’ve grown used to it. He fell into the wrong crowd when we were younger and despite everything I tried, I wasn’t able to pull him back. I’ve been losing my brother for years.”

  “And you still are trying to find him?”

  “He’s my brother. The only family I have.”

  “What if he gets you hurt in the meantime?”

  “I can take care of myself. Been doing it for a long time now.”

  I don’t like that reply. I don’t like it at all. There’s fuck-all I can say, though.

  “Where was the last place he was seen?” I ask, even as I’m kicking myself. What would she do if I took her to her brother now? He’s slowly healing. I didn’t want him looking as if he was a step away from death, in case I had to show him to Ana. I’m not desperate enough to use him to get Ana in my bed; I knew I could manage that on my own. But to keep her from getting the police into checking my club out and other things in hopes of finding him? That’s the reason—and the only reason—her brother is still drawing air.

  “Your club, The Stable.” It takes all my years of playing poker and bluffing my way out of tight spots combined not to react. “It’s why I started working for you in the first place. The Stable wasn’t hiring. I had dancing experience. Dive was hiring.”

  “How did you know I owned both?”

  She shrugs, taking a drink of her coffee. “That was a coincidence. I had been living in Boca, a little over an hour from here. I needed a job here in Miami that would pay dece
nt and keep me in the general area. It worked out.”

  “Conveniently,” I answer, making a note to have my man track down more info about her being in Boca. I didn’t recall that in the file Joe showed me.

  “I’m not going to lie, Roman. I’m glad it did, and not just because of my brother,” she whispers.

  “Really?” I ask, letting myself get lost in the look in her eyes. My hand slides along the inside of her thigh, stopping just an inch from her pussy. The heat I feel from her even through her jeans is intense. The muscles in her thighs tighten under my hand.

  “Really,” she whispers.

  “I’ll get my people working on trying to track your brother down.” Her body goes tense in my arms.

  “You mean it?”

  “I don’t waste my time saying things I don’t mean, pet. You need to prepare yourself, though; if he’s as far gone as you say he is, there might not be any saving him.” Her violet eyes go sad and I find myself wishing I was a different person, a man who could slay dragons for her. Fuck. I need inside her so these damn reactions to her will stop. The best remedy I’ve found for almost anything is to fuck it out of your system. Ana is just one more in a list. Fucking her until I grow bored will be more pleasurable than anything I’ve done before.

  “Roman?” she asks, that pretty little tongue of hers coming out to catch a drop of syrup on her lip.

  “Yes, pet?”

  “Take me home.”

  Her voice is husky, and those damn eyes of hers are liquid. I know what she needs, but I want the words.

  “Why, Ana?”

  “I need you to fuck me,” she says bluntly, and though her voice is soft, the people around us can hear and she doesn’t seem to give a damn. I throw a hundred on the table and stand up, bringing Ana with me. Her body is close to mine, her legs wrapped around my hips, her hands hugging my neck while she buries her head in my chest. The sound of the chair I was sitting in, scraping and rocking from my quick movements are echoed, because the room goes silent. I walk her straight out to the limo, ignoring everyone but Ana.

  Roman somehow manages to fit his wide frame and mine through the door of the limo. He even manages to get the car door closed. That’s good because I immediately go to my knees on the floor, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I get the top part of his chest exposed, then stretch up to drag my tongue along the skin, licking and placing gentle kisses. I’m hoping if I distract him enough that he forgets about the fucking slip I made.

  It was a damned rookie mistake. How could I have said he was the reason I started working at Dive? I hope I covered good enough, but the minute the words left my mouth, I saw questions in Roman’s face. So I did what women everywhere have been doing for years: I distracted him with sex.

  It’s just one more thing for Paul to throw in my face later.

  I can’t worry about that right now, because what started out as distraction has turned into a wildfire that is definitely out of control. I start to work on more buttons, eager to taste the salty male flavor that is Roman. He stops me by wrapping his fist in my hair and yanking my head back hard. My heart rockets into my throat thinking I’ve failed and he’s about to interrogate me about our conversation. I’m so fucked up over Roman. I’d never admit it to Paul, but I’m losing sight of the reason I’m here. I’m losing sight that this is about my own brother, so much so that when he pulls my hair so violently that the rough pain shoots through my body, my pussy quakes with need. I can feel the effect he has on me by the way the insides of my thighs grow wet.

  “Undo my pants,” his dark voice orders.

  His eyes are deep and intense and they spear through me. I swallow nervously as I bring my hands to his belt, unlatching. My eyes drift back up to his as I slip the top button of his slacks loose and then carefully slide the zipper down. The look on his face is beautiful. It’s almost as if he’s in pain. I want to keep looking but his cock instantly springs out, demanding attention. There’s so much to be said about a man going commando, and all of it is good.

  I bend down to run my tongue up the front of his cock when he pulls hard on my hair again. “Did I say you could have my cock, pet?”

  The tone of his voice, the look on his face, and the way he keeps demanding I ask for permission all combine together and explode inside of me in a way that sends shockwaves through my body that all detonate in my pussy and causes a mini-orgasm. I shiver in response. “No, Roman,” I tell him, my voice in a tone I have never heard from myself before. It’s so full of need.

  “You must learn who is in control. Lock your hands behind your back, grab your wrists, and no matter what, you keep them there. Understand?”

  Just like that, my breath goes ragged. I put my hands behind my back and do as he instructed. He gets a ghost of a smile on his face. I want to keep watching it, but my eyes are pulled back to his cock as he holds it in his hand. Everything about Roman is larger than life, but when his hand wraps around the base of his cock, it does nothing but accentuate how truly large he is. He pulls me in close, close enough that his dick is right there but I have to reach to touch it. I do it automatically, but at the first sting of pain, I look up at him instinctively. He nods his head in agreement to a question I wasn’t even aware I was asking. I strain against his hold to run my tongue up the front of his shaft. It pulls my hair; he’s not giving me an inch of movement, but his groan encourages me to keep pushing. When I reach the head of his dick and the taste of his pre-cum gathers on the tip of my tongue, I moan. I fight harder against his restraint to take just the tip into my mouth. I close my lips against him, sucking hard while my tongue tries to find that small valley where more of his pre-cum is. I want more. I need it like I need my next breath. When he doesn’t let my mouth slide further, I pull away.

  “Roman,” I whimper, sounding desperate. How did I get here this quickly? How can I need him so deeply? It’s as if he has become a missing element in my life that I need to breathe. Food. Sleep. Air. Roman. He’s becoming that essential. I block out the warning bells that admission sets off.

  “Patience, pet,” his voice grumbles.

  I want to yell, but I don’t. He brings his cock to my mouth and pushes his shaft against it. His hand tightens in my hair, preventing me from taking him inside. Instead, he moves it along my lips, painting them with the evidence of his need. Just when I’m about to scream, he pushes his cock inside my mouth. I hum my approval around it. I have very little control, but he allows me to sink lower on his shaft. He’s so wide that it’s almost painful to close my lips around him. I let my tongue play with him and suck him until he’s halfway in my mouth. That’s as much as I can comfortably take. Then, I glide back up. I repeat over and over, hearing Roman whispering soft praises in the background. With each note of approval, I take him a little more until his dick is at the back of my throat.

  I gag around him and Roman is quick to back out. He stops me when his tip is still at my lips. “You have to learn to take all of me, Ana. I’m not going to want to go without your mouth.”

  Wrong or not, his words make another quake of excitement rumble through me. Determined to show him I can take whatever he gives me, when he pushes my head back down on his shaft, I do my best to position my tongue so that when I take him to the back of my throat, my gag reflex doesn’t get triggered. I hum around his cock when I feel him leaking down my throat. I breathe through my nose, my eyes going to his. The look in his eyes spurs me on and I swallow, letting the motion of my throat muscles convulse against his head. His fingers flex in my hair and he groans. It probably sounds silly, but that simple noise he gives me makes me feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Now he takes over, pulling my head back and pushing it down in a steady rhythm. He starts slow and I have time to use my tongue to tease him. My mission is to push him over the edge, to make him lose that tight leash he keeps on himself. His speed increases then, almost violently, and I can do nothing but take it as he rams his cock in and out of m
y mouth. He’s in control of everything. He’s in control of me. I try to watch the changes in him because I know he’s getting close, but it’s impossible. I’m consumed with the way he fills my mouth, the hard veins that are throbbing and pulsating, his taste filling me. He uses his cock as a weapon, fucking my face hard. My body is a bundle of nerves and the slightest touch would set me off and he’s not even touched me.

  “I’m getting ready to come, Ana. I’m going to come and fill that pretty mouth and you’re going to suck it all down. Swallow every fucking drop. Do you hear me, pet?” he growls, holding my head still.

  I’d talk if I could, but my mouth is full of dick—of Roman. In the end, all I can do his hum my agreement. That seems to be enough because he thrusts me down on his shaft again and again before erupting with a growl. His cum slides down my throat in waves and I open my eyes to watch as the climax moves through him. Beautiful.

  I pull Ana up beside me. She stretches out on the seat, rubbing against me like a cat begging to be petted. Her head rests in my lap against my undone pants. Her hair is ruffled and finally completely out of order. It’s much hotter than I even imagined. I run my fingers through it while I catch my breath. I hit the intercom when I finally remember I have yet to tell Robert where to take us.

  “Robert, takes back to Ana’s apartment.”

  “Yes, sir,” he responds and I click it off.

  “My apartment?”

  “It’s closer and I need you in a bed, pet,” I tell her, not bothering to expand. The plain truth is that if I don’t get inside of her soon, my dick is going to drive me mad. I just came inside of that sweet mouth of hers and I’m still hard as a hammer. There’s only so much control a man can have—even me.

  She pulls my shirt up and places a kiss against my stomach before sitting up. Regretfully, I fix my pants, adjusting my damn dick because we should be at her apartment in about fifteen minutes.

  “We’ll have to hurry. I’ll need to get to work so I have time to run through my sets and pick out the costumes and things.”