Pleasure Extraordinaire 3 (PURSUIT)

by Liv Bennett

  I try to look away, I swear, but there’s something keeping my eyes locked on the tiny triangle between her legs. More so, because she’s keeping her legs closed as she drops her panties down. Okay, I admit, I’m getting turned on by a woman for the first time in my life and can even see myself spending a few minutes of passion with her. My heartbeats shoot up, and I’m most likely glowing red with the thoughts of having her in private only for me.

  She hops on the edge of the desk, her knees still glued together, and elegantly moves her legs up and down. Ace keeps his annoying smile on his face, and his cock is still unmoved by Laila’s dazzling moves.

  My mouth plops open as she spreads her knees apart and places her feet on either side of my chair, revealing to me her smooth vagina in its full glory. Her clit is small, almost nonexistent, and the slit that separates the waxed lips of her sex is pink and glittering with moisture. I struggle to keep my hands from reaching over and touching her there.

  I push back against my chair despite the urges inside me forcing me to do the opposite to get close to her. “Okay, I guess … that’s enough.” I work hard to tear my eyes away from her sex to look up at her face. “You’re beautiful in every way,” I find myself saying to her and hear Ace burst into laughter.

  “Okay, Laila, that’s it for today. Thank you,” Ace says. Laila flashes me a shy smile and collects her bra, panties, and dress before leaving the office.

  Ace lifts both hands and points them down to his cock that is soft and tiny, as if he weren’t present during Laila’s hot performance. “She has absolutely no effect on me.”

  I wish I could say the same for myself. “It’s because you already fucked her.”

  Shaking his head, Ace crooks a finger at me. “Now, it’s your turn. Take off that jacket and then the rest of your clothes.”

  I feel too hot inside my jacket anyway, so I stand, shake it off my shoulders, and toss it over my chair. His penis moves to my utter shock because what is watching me take off a jacket in comparison to Laila’s completely naked body?

  I smile and tug the hem of my shirt from my skirt and begin undoing the buttons. Ace shifts in his chair to get himself into a comfortable position, palms his hardening penis to rub it up and down, while his eyes are fixed on my body. My pulse quickens at the lust brewing in his beautiful eyes. My hands hasten their work, and soon I’m without a shirt. I might have overreacted to Laila’s nakedness a little too much, but it’s nothing compared to the desire shooting inside me at the sight of Ace teasing his penis in front of me.

  When I push down my skirt and get out of it, Ace pushes his chair back and points at his desk. The sensual music is still on, and I take my steps in rhythm to the tune as I walk in my high heels and underwear toward his desk and then lower my rear end on its edge just enough to support myself as I spread my legs wide for him.

  “Take them off,” he orders, his eyes doing a quick scan of my body. I wonder if I looked as hypnotized as Ace does right now when Laila was dancing for me. Licking my lips, I reach for the clasp of my bra and pull it down, arching my chest up to push my small breasts up. Compared to Laila’s large globes, I’m poorly endowed in that department, but Ace growls as if he’s seen the most erotic sight of his life.

  Taking courage in his eagerness and dangerously hard cock, I move my hands down to my panties and take them off as mysteriously as Laila did, keeping my knees glued together not to reveal any sight of my sex. However, Ace isn’t as patient as I was with Laila and pushes my knees apart and stares at my sex like a starving man before a feast, before launching down to catch my most vulnerable part between his lips.

  He cups my buttocks and pushes me against his face to better position his mouth between my legs as his tongue wanders through the slick of my sex from bottom to top. A shrill moan escapes me as his devious mouth begins to suck me with vigor, and I shudder as the desire spreads to each and every corner of my body. Wrapping my legs around his neck, I lean back on his desk, enjoying the first signals of a delicious rapture rolling from my core out.

  He lifts his head to look at me. “You’re soaking wet, baby. Did Laila turn you on?”

  I can’t respond to his inquisition without humiliating myself, but the heat on my face must have given him a satisfactory answer, because he’s shaking his head teasingly and smiling.

  “Talk to me.” He forces his thumb against my clit to get the words out of me. “Did you want to suck her tits? Huh? Taste her down there?”

  My hands cover my face without my control because Ace has a point. I haven’t consciously thought of the things I could do with Laila, but she did turn me on.

  “You know what would be so hot?” Ace continues with his mind games. “You two smashing your pussies together, scissoring each other.”

  “Shut up and go back to what you were doing.” I fist my hands in his hair and gently guide him down, and he eagerly resumes his position and lets his tongue stir up more tingling emotions between my legs. Two large fingers push and knead the swollen flesh around my opening, teasing me slowly with their imminent invasion, and then slip forcefully inside me, inducing fireballs of arousal within my core. My body moves in rhythm to Ace’s fingers and tongue. My moans get louder with each thrust.

  Is it going to be this powerful every time he has his hands on me? Will I always lose my mind and completely surrender myself to him? Will there ever come a time where he will cease to render me thunderstruck?

  I guess I know the answer to that one. The unforeseeable events of the upcoming weekend will likely put an end to the paradise of wild emotions I’m having in Ace’s arms. I’ll have my soul locked and my body numbed afterwards, like a rape victim, although nothing will be without my consent. In theory.

  No! I shouldn’t ruin the beauty of the present in fear of the distant future. I just need to enjoy the generosity given to me. Ace’s ministrations are worth life itself. I would let him play with my sex for hours to come if I could, and that would be my paradise. His fingers pick up the speed, and I have no choice but to embrace the climax. My arms and legs go limp as I freeze.

  “Let’s take the party to the bed.” Ace scoops me up and carries me to the room attached to his office, throwing me over to the bed where our love affair first started.

  Hazed and breathing heavily, I watch him get rid of his slacks, boxers, and shirt, and lie next to me. “Are you too tired for me?”

  “No way.” I roll on my side to hug him. He lowers his head and kisses me. He’s so sweet, so caring, his touches and kisses so cautious and soft, I can’t help but be reminded of the men who are just the opposite of him. At that moment, all I can think of is the weekend ahead of me. What will the men be like? What will they do to me? It’ll be an outrageous emotional trauma, but what will I do if they physically hurt me? To think of a stranger taking it against my will, makes me want to get a license and buy the biggest gun out there.

  I draw back but keep my fingers on his cheek, working hard not to show my sadness. “I need you to do something for me.”

  “Anything.”

  “I want to try … anal sex.”

  His face lights up with a full-tooth smile first, then tenses. “Why?”

  I won’t lie, but I won’t share my fear with him either. “I can’t tell you.”

  “If you don’t, then I won’t do it.”

  “You must be the first guy who has ever turned down an anal sex offer from a willing girl.”

  “I don’t care.” He drops his head on the pillow and keeps his eyes trained on me.

  “Have you ever done it?”

  He snorts out his yes. Of course he has. Why do I even bother to ask? “How many times?”

  “Enough times to have lost count,” he answers.

  “Then you should be good at it.”

  “Well.” He smirks and gives me a seductive once-over.

  “Please. Let’s do it.” I can’t believe I am begging for anal sex. And worse, he’s turning me down.

  “Tell me
first why you want it.”

  He won’t give in unless I confess. Shrugging, I move up on the bed and place my head on his chest, spreading my fingers on his six-pack. “I want to be prepared.”

  “For what?”

  “For the weekend. If Michael’s guests want to have anal sex with me…”

  He jumps up on the bed with so much force that I slide down on my back. Fear fills my heart at the sight of the rage playing on his face, just like the day he came close to raping my ass. What’s with him and his outbursts that make me shiver with fright?

  He holds both of my hands gently and brings them up to his lips. “I’d rather burn down the whole building than let any man take advantage of you that way.”

  “How about Chloe? You’ll risk her life if you attempt to do anything reckless.”

  His sudden anger soon is replaced with deep lines of misery at the mentioning of his sister. I don’t know anything about his past or how much he had to go through in Michael’s hands, but something tells me it’s more than the physical pain Michael can inflict upon Chloe that’s stressing him so. I want to save him from all the troubles. If my ass has to be put on the line to get his sister back, then that’s what will have to be.

  I reach up and touch the lines across his forehead and between his furrowed brows. His gaze drops down on the bed, perhaps in shame of not having the power to protect the people he cares for. “We don’t know what exactly will take place, but there’s nothing wrong with being prepared for the worst.”

  “I won’t let that happen.”

  He won’t back down; that’s why I need to try something else. A more feminine and a less confrontational method. What man can say no to a naked woman using her sweet and sexy voice for a favor? And all that before sex? For sex? He’ll be a goner in my hands.

  I give him a few minutes to cool down while biting my lower lip with intent and stealing seductive glances at his body. When he looks more or less his neutral self, I gently push his chest so he lies down on the bed and let my fingers wander slowly on his clearly defined chest and six-pack. His cock is deflated, but it’s the easiest thing to take care of.

  When for once I’d appreciate a man to follow his cock’s desire, he has to follow his brain. Time has come to give the cock its power back. I slither down and position myself between his legs, all the while staring directly at his face, which is now looking back at me with suspicion.

  “What are you doing?” he asks. One of those questions that deserves only a “What do I look like I’m doing?” for an answer.

  I lower my head and place a kiss on the head of his cock. It’s soft, as opposed to his firm body, and feels alien as if he’s loaning it from someone else.

  “Seducing me won’t get you anywhere. I’m not fucking your ass.”

  We’ll see about that. My hands are relaxed on his abs while my lips shower his cock and shaven balls with sweet kisses. I rub my cheek against the tender skin of his genitals and giggle when his cock stirs beneath my face and starts getting harder. The bigger it gets the more persuasive power I will have over Ace. When this is over, he’ll be eating out of my hand and begging to get a taste of my ass.

  I’ve never imagined giving a free pass to a man for my butt, but the thought of Ace pumping into me doggy style is nothing short of arousing.

  His cock is now at its full length, glorious and menacing in equal parts. I open my mouth and take it in, but softly, sweetly, without any pressure. For all I know, he can use my trick against me and come in my mouth within seconds if I suck him real hard.

  “It’s not going inside your ass,” Ace murmurs but in reality he’s trying to keep his conviction intact. Fool. Doesn’t he know his conviction is only as strong as I want it to be?

  I give his cock one long, slow suck and take it out of my mouth, letting my hand take over the teasing. “You know I’m virgin back there. Can you imagine how tight I must be, how firmly I’ll wrap around your cock? Just like a glove.”

  He closes his eyes, perhaps to let his mind imagine my suggestion.

  “Are you thinking of fucking me against the wall?” Really, I have no idea if it’s a plausible position for anal sex, but that doesn’t matter at this point because Ace seems to be getting into an irreversible ‘I’m gonna fuck you hard’ mood. “You’ll go where no other man has been. You’ll own me everywhere without any limitation.”

  “Lindsay, enough.” He’s breathing through his mouth, his hips moving in a leisurely speed to the rhythm of my hand around his member.

  I lick his cock from base to top and move down to suck his testicles. I admit having so much power over a man isn’t just exciting but scary too. “You were right about one thing,” I say using my seductive tone. “I got very turned on by Laila. We can call her in. I can lick her pussy while you fuck my ass. Wouldn’t you love that?”

  “Fuck, Lindsay.”

  “Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I want. I want you to fuck me in every possible way.”

  Slowly he opens his eyes and directs those topaz irises on me, taking my breath away with the lust darkening them. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

  “I trust you and I love getting physical with you. I want to enjoy you in a way I’ve never enjoyed a man before.” I lower my voice and say with the most innocent voice I can, “Is that too much to ask?” I bury my face into his genitals, plastering his cock against my lips.

  Loud laughter shakes his body, and he runs his fingers through my hair, pushing my face further against his penis. “I thought JJ was a master manipulator. Now I see he doesn’t have half the tactics you have.”“So … are you going to test the uncharted territories of my behind?”

  “As much as I’d love that, I can’t do it right now.”

  I raise my head to look up at him. “Why not?”

  “You’re not ready.”

  “I can be.” If only I knew how, though…

  “Let see. Get on all fours.” He moves down the bed to stand beside it while I get on my knees and turn my back against him. He gently pushes my back down so I’m in doggy style in front of him.

  My heart starts drumming hard, and my breathing gets shorter. I tilt my head to peek at him. As much as I want Ace to be the one to pop the cherry of my ass, I’d rather have no one touch me there. Special circumstances require special sacrifices. If my ass’s virginity is what I’ll have to sacrifice to get myself out of this hairy situation, then I shouldn’t think twice about it.

  Ace places both his hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them wide apart. His penis is poking menacingly. Honestly, how will that enormous thing enter my ass when I still have problems accepting its huge size into my vagina?

  I close my eyes. My body goes taut at the thought of the damage I might incur back there. Tear, hemorrhoids, what if I can’t sit normally ever again? Will my walking change? What if I lose control of my bowels? Seriously, how can anyone claim to love anal sex when so much is at risk?

  “Relax,” I hear Ace say then feel his lips on my skin. “I can’t do it if you don’t completely relax.” Instead of following his suggestion, I jerk but only because he bites one of the cheeks and spanks the other one.

  “Hey, I didn’t ask for a spanking,” I warn him loudly.

  “That’s part of the deal, baby. The two go hand in hand.” His lips move between the cheeks slowly, teasingly.

  I feel glad for having all the hair waxed in that area when he sticks out his tongue and starts licking my anus. His hands push the cheeks wide apart so his tongue has access to my virgin entrance. I must admit it’s an odd feeling, but mostly because I have difficulty understanding how someone can enjoy licking someone else’s ass. But, as the seconds pass, it starts to get into me and I wonder why I’d never even thought about letting any man try it before.

  “You have the sweetest ass I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he says between his licks, and I hope he’s being honest. One of his hands moves down, and he thrusts two fingers inside my vagina, earnin
g a soft moan out of me. He slides his other hand on my butt and starts massaging my anus before slipping a finger inside me. I yelp with pain and drop my head down on the bed, wrapping my arms around the pillow.

  “I’m not fucking your ass tonight,” he says. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed. If just one finger gives me so much pain, I can’t imagine the amount his penis will cause. Despite his declaration, he keeps his fingers inside my vagina and anus while licking the surrounding area. One is painful, while the other one gives me a hell of a lot of pleasure. Soon the pleasure outweighs the pain, and I feel my anus relaxing. Taking advantage of the softness perhaps, Ace pushes his finger further inside until it can go no more and holds it still for a moment.

  It’s not painful anymore, but certainly uncomfortable, like being completely full. Not to mention the fact that his finger isn’t in the most hygienic part of my body, although I showered after going number two. I should stop over-evaluating it and start enjoying it. After all, I too enjoy inserting my finger in a man’s butt while being intimate. Why shouldn’t Ace get at least some fun out of it? The fact that his penis is still hard should be enough proof of his pleasure despite the shit he’s dealing with back there. Literally.

  Pulling his fingers out of my vagina, he replaces them with his raging penis, and I almost pass out with the force of it because it feels double its usual size and makes me forget about the occupant in my ass.

  “Now, baby, start talking,” Ace says between his leisurely thrusts.

  “Huh?”

  “Tell me what you’d do with Laila.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  I moan to answer him. I’m too busy registering the explosions going on inside my sex to make up some hot fantasy for his liking, but when he stops moving and starts pulling out his cock, I have no recourse but to provide him with a juicy scene.

  “I’d surprise her in her room and … and fondle her breasts and kiss her lips.”

  He drives his cock back into me and stops again when he’s deep inside. “Oh, yeah? Would you suck her nipples too?”