“If I had a condom in my pocket, I’d just fuck you right here,” I said, my voice so rough, I barely recognized it. It wasn’t an option but I wanted to feel her, right here, right now. Putting my hand on her belly, I let my finger slide down the slight curve of her tummy, then lower. Soft curls brushed against my fingers as I sought out the heat of her pussy and I swore as I thrust one finger inside her.
She arched against me, going rigid, a shocked, startled cry escaping her.
Her head fell back, lips parted on another broken whimper.
I withdrew my finger and thrust it in again, then again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I said and my mind went a little blurry around the edges as I thought about sinking my dick inside this slick, dewy cunt. The scent of her filled the air as I continued to fuck her; her hips started to rock back and forth until she was riding my hand.
I wanted to have her riding me—
Swearing, I crowded her up against the wall, pressing my weight against her to help support her as I reached out and hit the button for my floor. “I’m going to fuck this hot, wet pussy...it’s going to be so fucking sweet,” I told her as the elevator started its rapid ascent, sweeping upward to my floor. I withdrew my fingers as she began to tighten even more, a sign of her nearing climax. It wasn’t going to happen here. I didn’t know if I wanted her to come for the first time wrapped around my dick or if I wanted to have her come against my mouth so I could taste her but I’d figure out that puzzle once I had her on my floor.
The elevator glided to a smooth stop as I slid my finger into my mouth, licking the taste of her off.
“You’re sweet,” I said, watching as a hot blush colored her cheeks pink. “I bet you’ll taste even sweeter when I bury my face between your legs and eat you up.”
If I was honest, I’d have to admit that I’d wanted to do it ever since I saw her—and that hadn’t been when she’d been all stretched out and naked, doing her yoga bit in the middle of Mac’s living room.
It had been that smart-ass mouth of hers as she talked to me at Angel’s shower. I’d wanted her then.
That want had been building in me for months and now I was going to gorge on her.
I stooped to grab her dress, tucking it into her arms before sweeping her up against me. “Let’s go,” I said, striding out while she trembled and shuddered against me, her body still on the verge of the climax I’d denied her. I was going to drive her to that edge, again and again, then, finally, once she couldn’t handle any more, I’d let her come.
Inside the suite of rooms that I’d claimed as my own, I carried her over to the wide, low couch and laid her down. “Stay there.”
She blinked languorously, a slow sweep of her lashes over her eyes and I had to make myself turn away.
I had condoms tucked away in the drawer in my bedroom—not that I ever brought women to my place. Any time I fucked, it was either at the club or in whatever hotel was closest—sometimes even this one.
But never in these rooms.
I didn’t know why I’d brought Emmy up here and I stubbornly shoved the thought away as it tried to intrude. All that mattered was getting the box of condoms open, ignoring the way my fingers shook a little, and tearing a few of them free. Just one wasn’t going to do it.
Striding back into the living room, I stopped short at the sight of her lying sprawled on the brushed suede of my couch. Her spine was slightly arched, lifting her breasts, while her hips pressed into the cushions. As I watched, her lashes fluttered closed. One hand rested between her thighs and she moaned softly under her breath as she pressed the heel of her hand against her clit, rubbing herself through the material of her panties.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Swearing, I crossed to her and went to my knees.
She jumped, eyes flying open, when I put my hands on the inside of her legs, pushing her open.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded. “Let me watch.”
Her cheeks flushed pinker, a mix of arousal now mingled with embarrassment.
“Touch yourself.”
Her tongue slid out and I wondered if she was going to refuse.
But she didn’t.
She slid her fingers inside her panties, her eyes closing once more. “No, look at me,” I said, squeezing her flesh lightly. “You’re driving me crazy. I want you to see what you’re doing to me.”
“What do you think you’re doing to me?” she asked, voice weak.
“I’m barely touching you.” She sure as hell was turned on. Her panties were no longer just damp. They were wet and I had to fight to stay where I was, watching as her fingers worked her clit under the silk. Reaching up, I caught the silky triangle and nudged the material out of the way, baring her to my gaze.
I’d felt the soft curls earlier but now I could see what I’d just caught a glimpse of when she’d bent over and stretched out weeks earlier, doing yoga.
The curls were neatly trimmed, but she didn’t wax or shave and I found myself liking it. Too many of the women I was with removed practically all of their body hair and I liked the thatch of curls that covered her cunt. The pink flesh was lush and slick, swollen and ready.
Ready to be fucked, I thought.
But I held back.
She flicked her clit with her fingers, back and forth, over and over, and I was mesmerized by the sight.
Pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, I pressed my mouth to one thigh, then the other, never taking my eyes from her.
She bucked her hips, a loan moan ripping from her.
And I knew how I was going to have her climax first.
Like this—
I pressed my mouth to her pussy and nuzzled her, dragging my tongue through that lush wet heat and taking in her taste.
She shrieked out my name and the sound of it was the sweetest damn thing.
Growling against her, I deepened the contact as she continued to rub her clit, harder, faster.
She came just as I went to thrust my tongue inside her and the taste of her exploded into my mouth. With a groan, I swallowed it down, then rose up over her, fighting with the button and zipper of my tuxedo pants.
I half-ripped the zipper in my haste and didn’t give a damn about it as I finally managed to free myself.
She was still shuddering on the couch, her eyes blind.
Stay like that…just like that…
Tearing open the condom, I unrolled it, then bent over her, gathering her up in my arms. “Look at me,” I commanded, tangling her hair in one fist.
She didn’t.
I pressed my mouth to hers and bit her lower lip, just hard enough to catch her attention.
She whimpered as I lifted my head and I repeated myself. “Look at me, Emmy. I want to see you as I fuck you.”
Her lashes lifted and our gaze connected, locked.
Reaching down, I steadied my cock, aiming for the heart of her.
She moaned at the press of my cock, arching up in welcome. Starving for her, I thrust in—hard.
The welcome died and a startled cry ripped out of her.
Her nails bit into my arms and she gasped as she pressed her hips back into the cushion in retreat.
The sudden reversal tore through me and I grunted, trying to lash down the need to pound into her. And that was all I wanted, to pound and hammer at her like a sixteen-year-old boy with his first girl.
“Emmy…” Panting out her name, I forced myself to lift my weight from her and retreat, just a little.
Shock flitted across her face as I moved and she shuddered. It made her pussy clench around the inches I still had inside her and it almost killed me to stay still and not move.
“Am I hurting you?” I demanded. I was big enough, but I wasn’t hung like a fucking horse or anything. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” She blinked, her hands moving from my arms to my chest. I waited for her to push me away, she looked that uncertain. “I…just…”
“Has it been awhile?” Please just say it’s been awhile, I mentally begged. If it’s been awhile, all I gotta do is slow it down a bit.
“Yeah, like…twenty-five years?” She laughed a little wildly and her blue-green eyes focused on me. “I…um…I haven’t done this before, okay?”
The words hit me sideways.
Involuntarily, I thrust deeper and another startled noise escaped her, but this time, it sounded suspiciously like a moan.
“You… Fuck.” I clenched the hand braced by her hip into a fist. “You’re a fucking virgin.”
“Technically, I don’t think that applies anymore.” She arched under me, wiggling a little.
The movement sent waves of pleasure ricocheting through me, waves so intense, I felt them in my balls. “Be still, damn it,” I snarled.
She blinked up at me, startled.
“Just…” Panting, I shook my head to clear it. “Just be still, okay? I’ve never been with a fucking virgin.”
“I think the mechanics are the same no matter.” She gave me a wobbly smile.
A virgin…My head swam with that knowledge and a brief thought hit me. I should stop…she should do this with someone who matters.
But no sooner did that thought hit me than another, more selfish thought came in swinging, silencing that brief attempt at nobility. Fuck that. She wants you.
Unable to stop myself, I dipped my head and kissed her.
That movement had me sinking another inch inside her and she lifted up, moaning into my mouth. The arch of her hips took more of me and I groaned against her lips, withdrawing, then sinking back inside her.
“You’re so damn tight,” I muttered.
How could this hot, sexy mess of a woman be a virgin?
And why was she giving it to me?
Her arms came up, curling around my neck. “Sly,” she whispered, moaning a little.
She wiggled again and it sent shards of want, jagged and sharp, cutting into me.
“Be still,” I ordered, pressing my hips against hers and weighing her down into the seat.
Her eyes widened, pleasure dancing across her face. I tucked that inside my head.
“You’re so damned bossy,” she said, the words broken on a sigh.
She had no idea.
But I said nothing else as I braced my weight on my elbows and withdrew, then sank slowly back inside. I had to lash down the gnawing hunger, the sharp edge of want. This wasn’t the place for it. Just like it wasn’t the place for me to pull out and flip her onto her hands and knees, maybe spank that very delicious ass of hers, see what new shade of pink I could make her flush under my hand.
And I didn’t need to be thinking like that either.
My cock hardened even more at the thought, jerking inside the snug embrace of her cunt and I swore as she clenched around me in reaction, a hungry mewl escaping her lips.
She arched up to meet my next thrust and I caught her hip in my hand. “I told you to be still,” I bit off.
“But it feels so good,” she said, her eyes blindly seeking me out.
I can make it feel even better—
I cut the thought off.
“I’m having a hard enough time not slamming away into you like a sailor just off a ship, so you better listen to me,” I said, lowering my head to whisper into her ear.
“Maybe I want that.”
I tensed, shaking away the urge to give her what she seemed to be insinuating. She had no idea what she was asking for.
She slid her hands down and grabbed my ass, her nails biting into my skin.
It set off another fire in me and I groaned. Grabbing her hands, I pinned them over her head and thrust into her, deeper, harder. “I said…stop.”
Her eyes widened as the shift in position had me pressing more tightly against her clit. Cocking a brow at her, I asked, “You like that?”
Blindly, she nodded. “Please…”
I thrust again, rotating my hips just a little.
She cried out.
Again…again…she squeezed around me tighter and tighter until I felt like I was fucking my way into a silken wet fist. And it was perfect.
Slamming my mouth down over hers, I took in the taste of her just as she started to come. She cried out into my mouth. I swallowed it down and stopped trying to hold back.
10
Emmy
Warm water rained down around me, stroked me from behind and along the sides. Sly stood in front of me, his lean, muscled body blocking most of the spray from the front nozzle.
I felt drunk.
My head was still spinning and my limbs seemed to be made of nothing more substantial than Jell-O.
As he soaped me and rinsed me off, I fought off one yawn after another until finally, I couldn’t do it anymore and one escaped that threatened to crack my jaw.
“Tired?”
“Umm,” I responded, tipping my head back to stare up at him.
His hair was wet now and slicked back. The water made it darker, almost black and I reached up, stroking a hand across the side of his head. “You’re entirely too pretty, Sly O’Malley. Anybody ever told you that?”
He blinked, looking a little caught off guard. A faint smile curved his lips as he shook his head. “No, they haven’t. I think I’m too much of an asshole for people to want to say something like that.”
“Being an asshole doesn’t negate being pretty.” I swayed forward and pressed my mouth to his chin, lifting my hands to brace them on his chest. He was covered in ink, tattoos that twined, swirled, and marked his skin in the most delicious manner. I wanted to take the time to study each one but my head was still spinning.
Who knew orgasms delivered via the traditional manner would be so much more intense than one delivered via a handy, dandy vibrator?
“You keep that up, Emmy, you’re going to find yourself fucked again,” Sly said, dipping his head to murmur the words directly into my ear. “You sure you’re up to that?”
I shivered at the raw, blunt words and looked up at him. “Can we do it in here?”
His lashes, thick and black and tipped with gold, swept down over his eyes. Then he stepped back, nudging me down onto the bench tucked along one wall. “Wait here.” He disappeared, closing the clear glass door behind him as he went.
I shivered now that I was out of the direct line of the water, but I was only alone for what felt like a few seconds before the door reopened and he came back inside.
He tossed something down next to me and automatically, I looked down to see what it was.
Another condom.
Swallowing, I watched as he crossed to me through the multiple sprays of water.
He pulled me up against him, his eyes searching my face. “You sure you’re up to this? You’re not too sore?”
“No,” I said, blushing furiously. I was sore, but the thought of missing out on a second of this was enough to freeze out any thoughts of being too anything—except maybe too hungry for him. That need had been building ever since we’d first locked eyes and even if I’d tried to ignore it, I’d just been lying to myself.
His lips came down to brush against mine and I sighed into his mouth, stunned anew at the sensation he could bring to life inside me.
I’d stopped believing in shooting stars and fireworks and rainbows up until tonight.
I still didn’t believe in fairy tale endings, but I didn’t need fairy tale endings to believe in fairy tale sex—shooting stars, fireworks, and rainbows. Of course, that they’d be delivered by a man with a satyr’s smile and sin in his eyes was either terribly wrong or terribly fitting. How many of the old fairy tales had the ill-fated princess getting into trouble because she’d made a deal with the devil or something along those lines?
That’s where I was right now.
The man going to his knees in front of me on a smooth stone floor had nothing of Prince Charming in his eyes and when he touched me, I thought nothing about heaven and cherubs singing.
No, I
barely thought at all.
He pulled me into his arms, one hand sliding down low on my spine and curving over my ass, bringing me in full-on contact with his cock.
“You’re so incredibly fucking hot,” he murmured against my mouth, right before he slanted his mouth over mine, his tongue thrusting deep and tasting me like it was the first time.
I curled my arms around his neck and arrowed my fingers into his hair, needing him closer.
Then he was and I felt the hard ridge of his cock rocking against him. It made these tiny little pulses that were enough to drive me crazy and I rocked against him, seeking to deepen the contact.
But just when I’d gotten almost there, he pulled back, rising to his feet and moving away.
“Condom,” he muttered. “Need a fucking condom.”
If that was why he pulled away, then hell, yes, he needed a condom.
He was back in seconds, pulling me to my feet. But when I would’ve reached for him, he turned me around and I found myself bent over the bench, my butt lifted up for him. My face flushed, although logically, I knew what he was doing—what we were doing.
I might be technically a newbie when it came to sex, but I was far from innocent.
Still, I sucked in a breath as I felt him brush against me.
“You okay, Emmy?” he asked as he tucked the head of his cock against me.
“I…” The word squeezed out of me and I had to force the rest of the answer out of me. “I think so.”
He eased deeper and withdrew and I cried out. Noooo…
“Emmy?”
“Please!”
He thrust in deeper then, harder. I cried out again in reaction, needing more. I rocked back when he went to withdraw, tightening around him, but it wasn’t enough to keep him inside me.
He gripped my hips and pulled me more firmly against him. “Greedy,” he said, voice rough. “I like it.”
Greedy didn’t describe it.
He moved on me faster and pain started to mingle with pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Mouth open as I sucked in air, I focused on the bliss of his body moving on mine, barely aware of his voice as he talked to me, words so dirty and raw, I would’ve blushed ten shades of red had I really heard him.
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