by Lynn Marie
“I’m drowning in legal jargon and insurance agents, Michael. I think I would benefit from an infusion of normal.”
He considered for a moment. She really looked like she needed a break. He’d wanted to save her some well-meaning but pitying looks, but she’d have to deal with it sooner or later. And if he was with her at the time, he’d be able to field some of the gossip-mongers. “Only if I can try to get into your pants.”
She grinned coyly. “But they’re yours.”
He looked down. “That’s what I’m saying. Those are my favorite sweatpants—I want them back.”
As she burst out laughing, he bent over and dropped a kiss on her lips. “Go get ready.”
About a half hour later, she emerged from his bedroom. Michael whistled and his eyes slowly traveled the length of her body. “I never thought I’d say this to anyone wearing my mother’s clothing, but you look hot.”
She couldn’t contain a grin. The skirt fit her well. A little too well. His mother was smaller than her, but taller, so the skirt fell several inches above the knee and hugged her butt. The shirt was tight across her breasts, as well, putting them on display. Her nipples poked through as his eyes brushed over them.
“I’m not used to myself like this. I usually prefer looser clothing that I can lounge around in while I’m in the kitchen all day, working.”
“Well, I’m here to tell you that tight and low-cut is a good look on you. You look so… sexy.”
She blushed. “Thank you, Michael. You look really good, too.”
His lips turned upwards and he moved closer to her so he could grab her hips. “Yeah, I’m thinking maybe we should just stay in.”
She bit her lip, fending off a smile as he felt along the lines of her back with one hand and snaked the other up to cup her breast. “Oh no, I know what that’s code for. I’m hungry and we’re going out.”
Eyes darkening, he squeezed her breast and plucked at the nipple. Her breath came out in a moan and she swayed. “Plenty of food here, or we can order in. And I’ve got something to tide you over,” he said, locking his hand around her wrist and bringing it down to the crotch of his pants.
“Oh, boy,” she laughed. She squeezed his package, then wriggled out of his grip and danced out of reach. “I want to go out.”
“And I want you.”
“After,” she insisted. She wanted him too, though. He could smell that her core was running hot and wet for him.
Chapter 14
Michael’s expression turned stormy and Evelyn’s heart leapt. She wanted to run, and knew from experience that he’d chase her if she did. She knew she wouldn’t get very far. It was a thrilling thought.
“I can smell your arousal, Evelyn.”
She pressed her lips together and didn’t move.
“Get over here,” he ordered. His body was rigid and the thick length in his pants caught her attention as it jerked.
She took a tentative step backwards.
“Looks like our last lesson in obedience didn’t stick.”
Without another thought, she took off. His house was small and she wasn’t sure where, exactly, she was going, but she had to run. As predicted, she got about ten feet before he caught her around the middle and deposited her into his room. He slammed the door behind them and rounded on her.
They stood, facing each other as he stalked and she retreated, the wolf and his prey. She could see the hunter in him—how much he enjoyed the pursuit—and it both scared and exhilarated her.
“You like to be chased, don’t you, female?”
She couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
He closed the distance between them with slow, sure steps. “Well the chase is over.”
“What are you going to do now?” she asked, breathless.
Half his mouth quirked upwards in a self-satisfied smirk. “I’m going to do whatever I want.”
She swallowed with difficulty, eyes locked on his fierce gaze. Wetness was officially seeping through her only pair of panties.
Suddenly, his hands were on her hips, gently turning her around so that her back was flush against the front of him. His palm spanned her lower stomach, fingers delving beneath the skirt. He moved slowly, allowing her time to stop him, but she couldn’t have formed the words if she’d tried. Meanwhile, his other hand slid up her torso to cup one of her heavy breasts, his thumb gently dancing across the tightened tip.
“And what do you want?” she managed. Her words melted into a moan as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and middle finger.
He leaned in close and pressed his cheek to the side of her head to whisper seductively in her ear. “I want to fuck you sideways, then eat you out. I want to keep going until you can’t take anymore. I want to take you against the wall with your legs around my hips. I want to fuck you from behind. I want you to ride me until we’re both spent. But I think what you want—what you really want—is for me not to give you a choice.”
She shivered and moaned as her body answered his words with a rush of fluid. Her sex was slippery, ready, and oh, so eager. She was dying for him to touch it.
“I think I want to be greedy with you. I want to take you hard. I want you to feel me everywhere—clamps on your nipples, vibrator in your ass, my cock in your pussy. I want you totally overwhelmed by the sensations and I want you to know it was me that did that.”
How was it even possible to have found a man so selflessly determined to do what would please her? Each word sent her further and further into a frenzy, and when his fingers reached her sex, she almost died with the pleasure of it all. They slid easily between her lips and she knew he’d find her to be drenched. She stiffened with the knowledge that she was so hot for him and all he’d been doing was talking.
She felt his grin against her hair. “Oh, you’re always so wet for me, baby. I love it.”
Before she could respond, his finger dipped inside her and he stroked his thumb across her clit. Her knees wobbled and she let out a cry, gripping the strong arm across her lower belly with both hands. The sound seemed to both please and excite him.
“Fuck,” he ground out between rough kisses at where her neck met her shoulder, over the place where he’d marked her. She moaned.
His fingers withdrew and she arched her back, trying to get them back. He pushed her away, spinning her so she faced him.
“Strip,” he said, crossing his arms and staring at her hard.
“But—” she began. Dinner was a distant, fading desire that paled in comparison to the fire raging under her skin. Still, she felt like she should at least protest.
“Strip,” he repeated, even more firmly.
One look in his eyes and she clamped her mouth shut. He would tolerate no disobedience—he’d rip the clothes from her body if she made him wait. It made every inch of her skin come alive and her clit throb with need. Her fingers went to the bottom of the shirt and lifted it tantalizingly slow, revealing just a little of her flesh.
“Evelyn,” he said. It was a command, almost a warning.
She pulled her shirt off. His gaze burned holes into her.
“More.”
She dropped the skirt and stepped out of it. When she was just in her underwear, she knew he’d be able to see her arousal in the wet spot between her legs. She reached around and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her panties joined the rest of her clothes.
Standing naked while he was completely clothed was an erotic excitement she was becoming familiar with. She felt so exposed, giving him a sort of primal power over her. He could see her, touch her, own her; and she could only submit to him.
“Now come here and put those lips around my cock.”
She pressed her lips together and smiled to herself. “Yes, Sir,” she said, just a little mockingly.
“I like the sound of that,” he said.
She approached him and put one hand on his hard chest through his shirt and the other on his cock through his pants. It jerked against her
hand. Sinking to her knees, she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He stepped out of them and she stared down at his penis. She was amazed, yet again, at the smoothness of its skin and the sheer size of it. Veins travelled up the shaft to the engorged, purple head, swollen with desire for her.
She breathed hot air on the tip. He grunted and wound her hair around his hand. Her lips parted, her tongue darted out and she tasted him. It was so male and all Michael. He tasted like so many things, it was hard to pin it down. Salty, sweet, tangy, bitter… it was like it hit every taste bud she had. All she knew was that she loved it.
She swirled her tongue around him and grinned when his hand tightened in her hair. She had to open her mouth as wide as it would go to avoid scraping him with her teeth as he pushed her down, impaling her mouth. He stopped, so she closed her lips and sucked. Her head slowly worked up and down his shaft as she massaged him with her tongue and lips. She cupped his balls and squeezed.
“Fuck,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
It got her so hot she could barely think straight. The smells, the sight of his pleasure… It was a rush. She loved knowing how much he loved it. She had to touch herself, so she released his balls and circled her clit with her middle finger. Her pulse raced and she felt her orgasm creeping up. She moaned, the noise humming through the member in her mouth and coming out muffled.
“I’m going to be in all your holes tonight, Evelyn, starting with your mouth. I’m going to make your body mine.”
The way she reacted to his words was a complete shock. Her orgasm came bubbling up over her, but before it could take her over, he pulled out of her mouth and delivered a light slap to her cheek. Her eyes flew open as she was pulled out of the moment.
“You don’t come until I say you do.”
A whole new level of domineering tonight, then. “But—”
“No buts. Hold it back. I promise it’ll be so much sweeter.”
Her eyes shot up to him. God, he was so handsome, lost in the pleasure that she gave. But she needed to come so badly. With renewed gusto, she took his cock back in her mouth and sucked. She had to admire his composure. Other guys in his position—namely, with a willing woman on her knees—would have taken advantage and face-fucked her. He was holding back, letting her set her own pace. So she quickened it.
His body tightened and loosened at random intervals and his breathing had become heavy and ragged. She peeked up at him and his eyes were closed, but there was no mistaking the look on his face. Rapture.
She glowed inwardly, knowing that she had that kind of effect on him. It was like a role reversal where he’d relinquished some of his power to her. She may have been the one on her knees, naked in front of him, but she was the one in control of his pleasure. That knowledge was heavy.
“This is it. I’m coming, baby.”
With a final cry, he came, spurting warm jets of his semen in her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed automatically, sucking him for more. He groaned until he softened in her mouth. She released him.
“God, that was fantastic. Has anyone ever told you how great you are?”
She brushed sweat-dampened hair out of her face. “It’s come up before.”
“C’mere.” He lifted her off the ground and crushed her lips against his own. It was a domineering kiss, but she rose to meet it head on, running her tongue over his teeth and warring with his own.
He led her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. She tumbled down and he loomed above her—Christ, how did he make looming look sexy? She shimmied back on the bed, her legs parting. His eyes locked on her dripping pussy and he inhaled deeply through his nose.
“The smell of you drives me crazy.”
“Michael,” she whimpered.
“Do you want to come?”
“More than anything.”
His knee parted her legs father as he came down over her. He caught her mouth again while his hands stroked her breasts, kneading them together. His lips moved downwards, leaving kisses and nipping her flesh as he moved his mouth to cover one swollen nipple.
She pressed herself upwards, wanting more but unable to vocalize it. She was barely capable of coherent thought, she wanted to come so badly. When he moved to the other nipple and continued down, she tangled her hands in his hair and helped guide him to where she wanted him.
Using both hands, he spread her pussy lips and stared down at it. She was going insane with the need to feel him.
“Please, Michael,” she moaned.
“How can I say no when you beg like that?” he asked rhetorically.
She nearly came apart as he finally put his mouth on her, but didn’t as she remembered his order from before. He hadn’t given her permission yet. So, instead, she moved her hips away from him as she hovered on the pleasure-pain brink of orgasm.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, the way she had with his cock. His technique was flawless and unpredictable. He licked up and down, side to side, around it…
“Michael, I need to come,” she cried, tossing her head side to side to fend off the intense feelings.
“Say ‘please,’” he ordered, smiling against her core.
The asshole. “Please!” she shouted.
“Come, now. Come for me.” He plunged two fingers inside of her and she convulsed around him, shaking with one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had. She lost control of her muscles as she shook and rocked against his mouth. When he added a third finger inside, the stretching sensation sent her into another fit of shivers and her vision was dotted with bright lights.
She didn’t know she had it in her to come on command, or to hold her pleasure off, but she’d managed both. “Oh, Michael,” she heard herself whisper.
She felt something against her leg and saw that he was hard again. Up on his knees, he removed his shirt. Then he shifted and positioned himself at her opening. Smoothly, he thrust inside and she saw stars. Her still-sensitive clit pounded and he brushed it with every movement as he thrust deep. She wrapped her legs around his hips, needing him deeper, harder. Her fingers gripped his biceps, where she held on for leverage.
“I need it,” she heard herself say. “Please, I need it, Michael.”
His pace quickened. Their breath mingled and she yanked him down for a kiss so she could rub her sensitive nipples against his rough chest hair and angle herself so he’d hit her g-spot. He pulled away from the kiss, out of breath, but grinning. He latched onto her breast, pulling the nipple with his teeth and she cried out and bore down on his back with her nails.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Come again, baby. Come for me now.”
She cried out as his words sent her over the edge. He came seconds later, spilling himself into her again. He rolled them both over and wrapped both arms around her like he never wanted to let go.
After several seconds, he pierced the potent post-orgasm haze. “You know, I bought you something.”
She looked up curiously, eyes hooded in deep relaxation.
“Turn over.”
Frowning, she did as he asked without question, turning away from him. She couldn’t see him, but heard him rifling around behind her. Curiosity burned in her. What would he have gotten her? And why couldn’t she look?
Soon, she understood why he’d asked her to turn over, not around. His fingers slid through her folds and went up, pulling apart her cheeks to expose the puckered bud of her anus. She shot out of his grip and flipped over indignantly.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He held something. She knew it was a butt plug, though she’d never actually seen one in person. It looked maybe an inch in diameter at its widest point, big enough that she’d feel it in her ass, but it was absurdly dwarfed in his hands. Also, it was bright pink.
“Have you done anal?”
She chewed on her lip before cautiously answering, “I have.”
“How was it?”
; It was the sincerity in his face that made her admit, “I didn’t really like it.”
He frowned. “Then whoever he was didn’t do it right. I swear to you that if it’s done right, it feels so good.”
“Not just for the guy?” She knew she sounded inexperienced, but she couldn’t shake her previous experience. Though, categorically, all the guys before Michael had been more interested in their own pleasure.
Shaking his head, he concealed a smile. “Not just the guy.” He held up the plug. “This is to stretch you out so you can take me. It’ll make it easier. This is going to be perfect for you, Evelyn. For both of us. I’d never hurt you.”
She knew that. So, keeping her eyes on him, she slowly turned back over. He slid his fingers back through her folds, using her own fluid to lubricate her tight hole. But apparently it wouldn’t be enough, because seconds later she felt cold lube trickling down her crack. It made her giggle uneasily.
He used his fingers to spread it around on her skin and slowly, he pushed one fingertip against her anal opening. She closed her eyes as he increased the pressure. The finger popped in and she jumped in surprise. It felt strange—foreign—but not unpleasant. He moved it around, spreading the lube inside her. He added another finger and she winced. That felt like a lot more.
“You’re so fucking tight here,” he said, twisting the two fingers inside her. “Relax and push out on me.”
She did as he asked, feeling a bit embarrassed. But, surprisingly, it did make it easier. He was right; she was way more sensitive there. The strangeness was morphing into something else, something that felt really good. Michael’s fingers started moving again and she sucked in her breath. The nerves in her ass felt alive. Were there more back there? It was an incredible, strange, amazing feeling. So full.
Wow, how had that first guy never taken the time to do any of this? He’d really hurt her. More proof that he’d been just an all-around jerk.
Michael didn’t add a third, instead pulling apart his fingers slowly, widening her. She closed her eyes, and had to keep herself from leaning back on him. He removed both fingers and she felt the cold, more unyielding silicone of the plug.