Oh gosh. What did I get myself into?
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Sterling
A look of apprehension crosses her face when I halt her movements, and it only serves to highlight how innocent she is underneath her bold façade. As soon as she got up to use the restroom, I was awake and curious to see what she’d do. Now that she’s on my lap, I’m analyzing her actions and her words.
She’s a walking, talking contradiction. She clearly wants to continue our conversation from earlier and then some, but she seems so unsure of herself. I feel like I have a different woman in my lap than the one I’ve been dealing with up until now, and I’m not sure how I want to proceed. The attraction is still there, yes, but I wasn’t lying when I said I prefer to initiate.
My silence seems to unnerve her, and I can feel the tension rolling off her body as I silently regard her.
“Are you still drunk, Perrie?”
“No, not at all. I’m as sober as I’ve ever been,” she whispers.
“Okay, then listen closely to what I have to say.” It’s clear she’s not well-versed in navigating casual sex, let alone with someone like me, so I need to tread carefully. “What you fail to realize,” I say slowly, testing my words, “is that I’m always the one in control. I haven’t touched you yet, and I won’t. Not yet.”
Her eyes flicker back and forth between my own, as if looking to see if there’s a deeper meaning behind what I’m saying.
“What’s stopping you?” She asks the question in a way that sounds like she doesn’t want the answer, and I know she’s wondering if this is me turning her down nicely.
“There’s no rush. I also want to make sure you’re really okay with crossing the line of friendship between us and all that entails. Besides, I told you I like the chase.”
“Rachel wouldn’t think twice about me if she were in the same situation, and I haven’t changed my mind. Screw your control and your timeline. I don’t care about the chase or where we stand, Sterling. Just because you said that’s how it’s going to go doesn’t mean I’m going to listen. Touch me, please. I only want one night,” she whimpers.
I feel a little bit of annoyance spark to life at her words. I don’t know if it’s the early hour, her admitting she only wants one night, or my frayed patience from the party the night before, but treading carefully is about to fly out the window.
“Don’t beg, Esperanza, it’s not cute,” I say, as calm and collected as ever. “It makes you sound desperate, just like all the other women constantly begging for my dick. If I want to fuck you, trust me, you’ll know, and it’ll be on my terms.”
My words jolt her out of her haze of desire, and she quickly scrambles off my lap. I don’t stop her, and I move so I’m sitting up against the back of the couch. I eye her, an indifferent look on my face, and her nostrils flare at my lack of reaction.
“I’m the furthest thing from desperate. God, you’re such an asshole.”
“I never promised to be anything else, and I think your actions tonight speak for themselves,” I point out.
“Fuck. You,” she grits out between clenched teeth. “And you know what? Get over yourself! Not everyone wants your dick, Sterling, and even if they did, what makes me so different? Am I not good enough to touch the Montgomery jewels?”
“Of course that’s not it. You need to calm down, Perrie. You’re overreacting.”
“I’m overreacting?” Her voice rises with her eyebrows. “Listen here, cabrón, you’re sending mixed signals. You say you’re attracted to me too but don’t want to do anything when I’m drunk. Well, here I am, sober and willing, and you still don’t want anything to do with me. Who cares who takes the initiative? Either you don’t want me, or there’s something wrong with your dick to turn me down because I’m hot as shit.”
“Are you done?” I sound bored, but all of my focus is tuned in on the woman pacing in front of me.
“No, I’m not done. I don’t need special treatment, Sterling. I don’t want you to chase me, and now that I think about it…” She huffs out another breath and plants her hands on her hips. “I don’t want you anymore. Get the hell out of my room. We’re done here.”
She’s pointing at the door and has a smirk on her face, as if she’s inwardly chanting I told him, but this is where she’s wrong.
I stand, slowly stretch to my full height, and take slow, measured steps toward her. Her smirk is in place until she realizes I’m moving to stand in front of her, not leave. Once we’re toe to toe, I can see the effort it takes for her to not step back from me.
“We’re not done.” I speak softly, but she flinches slightly at my words. “I’m not a man who likes to have to explain himself, especially twice, but I’ll make an exception since you think you’re so right.”
“I don’t need y—”
“You do,” I interrupt. “First, I told you last night I want you, but I wouldn’t touch you unless you were sober. For someone who doesn’t come from a wealthy background, you sure have a problem with wanting to receive immediate gratification. I didn’t know you were so hard up for dick that you’d throw a tantrum over me not giving it to you.”
“I’m not hard up for any—”
“I’m not done.” My words are soft, but she thankfully hears the clear warning in them and stops trying to interrupt. “Don’t lie to me or yourself. Second, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me or my dick. I did want to treat you differently, Perrie. Do you know why?”
She shakes her head.
“Because the women who usually come on to me? I either ignore them, or if I’m single, I fuck them. They want to use me, for an orgasm or my money or my connections, so I use them in return. I don’t give a fuck about them. I don’t call them. I don’t respect them. They get off, and I get out. They’re expendable, and they all wear the same perfume: desperation and greed. I like you, and pursuing you would’ve been good for us both. It would’ve built the tension,” I say, stepping closer. “It would’ve made that first thrust, that first orgasm, that much sweeter. Trust me. After this little episode though, it’s clear that’s off the table. Do you know what that means?”
She gulps. “What does it mean?”
I step even closer, and she starts to back up. I prowl after her, and she keeps moving away until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She remains standing, but her breathing has picked up, and my eyes drift down to her heaving breasts before lifting back to her face.
“It means that if you’d like me to treat you like all the other women who come on to me, then fine. I’m happy to oblige.”
I start to unbutton my shirt, and she starts to stammer out a response.
“I...I don’t want that anymore.”
I halt my movements, and my frustration starts to seep through into my words. “Cut the shit, Perrie. Do you want this or not? This is what you wanted, and now it’s your only chance.”
The indecision is clear on her features, and I find myself hoping she turns me down. I’d love to be proven wrong. This isn’t turning out how I’d like, and anger at the situation is bubbling under my skin. My shirt is hanging open as I wait for her response, and her gaze keeps zipping down my chest and abdomen. Seconds that feel like an eternity pass before she finally answers me.
“I want this,” she whispers.
A warring sense of disappointment and excitement makes its way through my system, but I smirk at her and remove my shirt. As much as I’d like to take my time and savor her, especially since this is our only time together, I’m worried I’ll get addicted. I’m going to give her what she wants: nothing more, and nothing less.
“You may have dictated how and when this happened, Perrie, but I’m in charge of what happens in this room. Are you okay with that?”
She licks her lips and nods, but I close the remaining distance between us and lightly capture her chin with my fingers.
“I need your words,” I all but growl.
“I’m okay with that,” she says meekly. When I incli
ne my head in acknowledgement, her lips tilt up mischievously on one side. “For tonight. I’ll forget all about this tomorrow,” she taunts.
Like that’s fucking happening.
“You and your damn mouth,” I growl.
My patience has run out, and my body is thrumming with the need to expel the pent-up desire and frustration I feel toward her. I swoop down and easily lift her into my arms, but not before I catch the mixture of excitement, innocence, and nerves in her chestnut eyes when I grab her.
Instead of falling onto the bed, I take three long strides toward the wall and press her roughly against it, pinning her there with my chest, hips, and throbbing dick. I grasp her thighs with my hands and wrap her legs around my waist, and she lets loose a small pant of surprise when she feels my hardness pressed against her wet center.
“You never know when to stop, do you, Perrie?” I thrust against her once, and when her mouth pops open in awe, I close the final distance between us with a groan.
The moment our lips meet, we’re overcome with a frenzy to touch and bite and taste. Her plump lips fit perfectly against mine, and I nip at her before licking into her mouth eagerly. She tastes like minty toothpaste and guilty pleasures, and I’m ravenous as I devour each little moan and sigh. We aren’t speaking with words, but our mouths and bodies are doing all the talking. Our tongues duel for dominance, our hands fight for purchase against partially covered skin, and our hips grind in an effort to get closer.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” I ask when I pull away, my voice gritty from want for this woman. She looks dazed as she stares up at me with swollen lips and eyes glassy with need. Her expression is all the answer I need, and I smirk cockily as I press my still-clothed dick harder against her. “Of course it is. I can feel you soaking me through my jeans. Show me how wet you are for me,” I order as I pull her legs from around my waist and hook a leg over each of my elbows.
This new position exposes her lower half to me, and it takes considerable willpower to step back and stare down at the tight heat I’m about to be buried in. She’s trapped between my body and the wall, and I expect my cock to tear through my pants as I stare her down, waiting.
Perrie’s cheeks redden at my order, but she obeys and moves a shaking hand from where it was clasped around my neck and slowly brings it down to her underwear-clad pussy. Her fingers tremble slightly, but she moves the crotch of her flimsy red panties to the side, exposing herself to me.
My nostrils flare at the sight of her wet, pink pussy, bare except for a tiny patch of hair in the shape of an upside down triangle that points straight to her swollen clit.
“Show me how bad you want this dick, Perrie,” I demand. “I want to see how you touched yourself when you thought of me that first night.”
Her skin flushes in what I guess is a cocktail of arousal and embarrassment, but she complies and starts to rub her hand over her wetness. I knew she’d get off on being told what to do, and part of me thinks it’s because she needs the extra guidance. I grunt my approval as I stand here and watch her, the only contact between us where our eyes meet and where my arms hold her up against the wall, and she becomes even more turned on. Her back begins to arch as her fingers swirl frantically around her clit, and the obscenely erotic sound of her arousal fills the room and joins the rasps of our labored breathing.
“That’s right, get yourself nice and ready. You’re going to need all the help you can get to take me.”
My words have their intended effect because her gaze zeroes in on the very obvious tent in my pants. She continues to stare at my crotch as she starts to pump her fingers shallowly in and out of her opening, and right when she’s about to come, I order her to stop.
“Take my cock out, Perrie. I want you coming all over it, not your hand.”
She doesn’t question me and immediately reaches out to unzip the front of my jeans to remove my aching dick. The length of it slaps heavily against the palm of her little hand, damp with her own desire, and it thumps against her grip when her eyes widen in shocked appreciation.
“Condom?” she breathes out as her touch trails up and down the length of me.
“Front right pocket.” It’s a miracle my voice still sounds steady because her increasingly confident touch is driving me to madness.
With a little nod, she reaches into my other pocket and rips the condom wrapper open with her teeth. She makes quick work of rolling it down my length, and I smirk at how her fingers shake with anticipation.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Sterling. Show me how bad you want this pussy.”
God, I can’t wait to make her choke on my dick so she can stop sassing me at every turn. Her challenge spurs me on, and without another word, I thrust up into her. Her pussy is like a vise, and it takes me a few moments to work my cock all the way inside her, but I do. The entire time, she gasps and moans and repeatedly chants, “oh my God, so big,” under her breath, which fills me with satisfaction. Once I’m seated fully inside, I pause and give her a little time to adjust to my size.
Sweat has beaded on her brow and a few droplets trickle down her face, so I lean in and lick the saltiness from her skin. She turns her head, her mouth seeking mine, and I start to pump my hips without mercy as our tongues tangle. Her nails score the skin of my back in long sweeps, and I have to flip one of her legs over to join the other so I can place my forearm behind her head to protect her from the wall. Once I see that her skull is safe from bashing through the plaster, I don’t hold back.
I drill up into her with long, forceful drags of my dick, and the new position only makes her already tight pussy feel even tighter.
“It feels too good, Sterling,” she cries out as she tears her lips from mine. Her face is contorted in pleasure-filled agony, and I know she’s close.
My pace doesn’t slow as I thrust against her, and the sound of her body sucking mine in greedily creates a tingle I can feel at the base of my spine.
“Your pussy is so damn needy, Perrie. If we had more than one night, I’d see if your ass is just as tight.” I can feel her body contract hungrily at my words, and the smile I give her is all filth. “Would you like that?” I ask as I lean in close to whisper against her ear. “Could you take this big cock in your ass?
I punctuate my words with a bite to her earlobe, and before I can blink, she’s coming all over me. Her body shakes from the contractions, and the keening sound of her exaltant moans almost throws me over into bliss.
I’m close, but I won’t be satisfied unless I wring another orgasm from her. With a whispered warning to her to watch her head, I remove the supporting arm from behind her and dip it down to rub ruthless circles around her clit. She cranes her neck down so she can watch my hand, and I pump in and out of her even faster, chasing my own release.
When she’s close again, I halt all movement and stare into her surprised eyes. “Beg me to come again.”
She doesn’t miss a beat when she says, “You said you didn’t like when women beg. Make up your mind.” Her sass is back, and I enjoy it entirely too much.
“I only like my women begging when they’re already in my bed, not before then. Beg me, Perrie, and I’ll make it good,” I coax with a slow draw in and out of her body.
Her huff of frustration precedes her capitulation. “Sterling, fuck me. I want to come again. Please,” she tacks on grudgingly.
I feather the rough pad of my thumb over her clit and continue my slow assault. “You can do better than that.”
She moans, but she gives in quickly. “Please, don’t stop. I need to come, Sterling. Please,” she begs earnestly, genuine need in her eyes.
I pick up my pace again, and soon we’re both moaning and grinding and rubbing against one another again. Once I’m almost at the point of no return, I pinch her clit roughly, and the sensation kicks her into another orgasm that milks mine right out of me.
Our bodies get lost in each other, and I gradually slow the movement of
my hips until we’re both still but for the rise and fall of our chests. Our foreheads are pressed together, and I fight the urge to plant my mouth on hers. She wanted me to treat her like everyone else, so that’s what I’m going to do.
I catch my breath and maneuver her body to a more comfortable position. Her limbs are practically boneless as I carry her to the bed, and I deposit her gently on the barely rumpled sheets. Without another word, I zip myself back up, don my discarded shirt, and walk away.
“Where are you going?”
I’m halfway to the door when she speaks. I glance at her, and she looks so relaxed as she lies there and watches me languidly.
“Home. We only agreed on one time.” It’s what she said she wanted, after all.
She stares up at me, the wide, brown pools of her eyes still satiated and happy. It seems I fucked any earlier hostility out of her. “Oh, okay.” She looks back down at the bed, her lower lip captured between her teeth.
A thrill runs through me at her question, and I have to fight not to roll into bed with her.
“But I don’t know if one time will be enough. How about we talk later?”
Her head lifts, and her eyes are brimming with excitement, hope, and seduction. “Why don’t we talk now?” She pats the bed invitingly.
My feet have a mind of their own and make their way over to her before I can think twice, and I’m standing over her in matter of seconds. I lean down to kiss her gently on the forehead before capturing her lips in mine.
Our mouths mesh lazily before I drag myself away from temptation and smile. “I have breakfast plans with my family, and if I stay here, there’s a chance I won’t leave. We should talk first, okay?”
She nods, and I lean in to kiss her again before I make my way to the door. When my hand is on the doorknob, her soft voice calls out. “Sterling?”
My hand remains where it is, but I tilt my head to look back at her. “Yes?”
“I’ll definitely remember you tomorrow, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with your dick,” she says saucily.
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