All along, Eric had encouraged me to moan and scream and tell him how much I loved his touch, but that night, with Darren sleeping dangerously close by, we had to be silent, and it was sheer torture. As the delicious motions of his hand drove me mad, I struggled to stay quiet, struggled to remember why I needed to do so in the first place. Nothing existed but his hand on my pussy and the taste of his mouth against mine. I gripped his shoulder and the counter, trying to stay silent, trying to stay standing, as he worked his magic on my pussy.
He broke the kiss, leaving me to bite my tongue in a feeble effort to keep quiet. In my ear, he whispered, “I’m going to get even with you for the other night.”
I moaned softly.
Pressing his palm against my clit just a little harder, he brought me closer to the edge. His voice was barely audible over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. “Next time, you’re going to be the one who has to lie back and take whatever I dish out.” He crooked his fingers inside
me, stroking my G-spot.
I whimpered softly and he laughed.
“Not tonight though,” he growled. “Not when we have to stay quiet.” His tongue grazed the edge of my earlobe and his fingers moved more rapidly now, his palm circling my clit. I could barely breathe as he whispered, “You won’t be able to stay quiet when I get even with you.”
A shiver ran up my spine and he covered my mouth with his just in time to silence a helpless cry. My body shuddered against his and my knees went out from under me, but he held me upright, drawing my orgasm out until I saw white.
He broke the kiss just long enough to say, in a throaty whisper, “God I want to fuck you.” I couldn’t speak. I was still struggling to breathe and stay standing as he pulled a condom out of his jacket pocket and tore the package open with his teeth. His belt jingled softly, sending a jolt of panic through me, reminding me of our need to stay quiet.
Grabbing my hips, he turned me around and bent me over the counter. I chewed my lip as he pushed my thighs apart with his knee, and I barely kept myself from moaning as he slammed his cock all the way into my pussy. As soon as he was inside me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet, not with the way his cock pounded my still-throbbing G-spot. I bit my tongue, trying to keep from crying out, but each deep, violent stroke he took drove me closer and closer, and I was losing control.
I let out a whimper and my body started to shake. A cry rose in my throat and was just about to escape when Eric clapped a hand over my mouth. His hand muffled the sound, but the delicious smell of my own pussy on his fingers drove me right over the edge. He kept his hand over my mouth, kept fucking me, kept riding me harder and faster as I came.
He exhaled sharply, the hiss of breath whispering across the side of my neck. His body tensed and he buried his face in my hair and barely muffled a deep groan.
He released my mouth and I let out a long, ragged breath. I wasn’t sure who trembled more as we stood in silence, trying to catch our breath, neither moving for a long moment.
Finally, he turned me around and gave me a long,
deep kiss. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” he whispered breathlessly.
“You, if you play your cards right.”
He laughed. “Your place. After work.” It wasn’t a question.
I smiled and kissed him. “You’d better get some sleep, then.”
His lips curved against mine into that devilish, spine-tingling grin. “Likewise.”
He kissed me one last time before we parted ways in the dark, silent apartment. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed back into bed with Darren. He stirred and draped his arm over me, kissing my shoulder gently before drifting back to sleep.
Twenty Nine
Is it five o’clock yet? I asked myself for the hundredth time. I looked at the clock on my computer.
Nine fifteen.
I groaned. This day was going to last forever. The days always dragged on in this place, but the anticipation of Eric’s “revenge” that night was going to drive me insane.
My cell phone beeped, startling me back into the present. I dug it out of my purse, flipped it open, and found a text from Eric.
I had to have two cigarettes after last night.
I couldn’t help but grin, knowing our encounter in the kitchen had driven him as crazy as it had driven me. I wrote back, You might want to bring a whole pack tonight.
Of smokes or condoms?
Whatever you need.
I’d better bring both then. Because you might have to have a smoke tonight.
I shivered. Most men just sounded cocky when they spoke like that. When it was Eric or Darren, their actions spoke much, much louder than their words.
We passed the morning flirting and bantering via text message. Then, he sent: Do you know why I had to have that second smoke last night?
Do tell.
My heart skipped when I read the response. Because every time I took a drag, I could smell you on my fingers, and it just made me hornier.
Goosebumps prickled my flesh at the memory of his hand over my mouth when he’d tried to keep me quiet, of the smell of my pussy on my fingers that drove me over the edge.
Before I could reply to his message, he sent another: Christ, just thinking about it is giving me a hard-on. I need you here now.
I bit my lip. With trembling hands, I wrote back: You’re not making this day go by any faster.
Must be torture at work. At least I’m home. Alone. So I can do something about it.
Teasing bastard. Save it for tonight; you’re going to need it.
Trust me, there will be plenty left for you. I’ll just last longer.
I barely kept myself from moaning. Fuck, why couldn’t it be five o’clock? Another message came through. Jesus, I wish you were here. My hand has nothing on your pussy.
I imagined him stroking his cock while he read my messages, and I couldn’t help licking my lips at the thought. I glanced at the clock. It was barely one o’clock. Four more hours to go before I got the hell out of there, and I was already turned on beyond rational thought.
I sent: I’m never going to make it through this day.
His response was a little slower than before, in spite of how short it was. Get over here now.
Would if I could.
He was silent for several minutes, and it didn’t take much of an imagination to figure out why. I tried to work, or at least pretend I was working, but all I could think of was Eric stroking his cock with the same hand that had driven us both insane with the smell of my pussy. While thinking about me. Thinking about what we’d done the night before and what we’d be doing in just a few hours.
I closed my eyes. Much more of this and I was going to have to relieve some tension myself.
My heart thundered when my phone beeped. I flipped it open. My mouth watered as I read, Your pussy makes me fucking crazy even when you’re not here.
Closing my eyes, I drew in a long breath through my nose. My body was on fire. I could barely hit the right keys as I wrote back, You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.
A moment later, Good. I like it when you’re that turned on.
I don’t think I’m going to make it until tonight.
So don’t wait.
I can’t leave.
Take care of yourself there.
My jaw dropped and I reread his message several times. What?
Flick one off.
I suppressed an embarrassed laugh. At work? I could only imagine the gossip if the Millers ever caught wind of this conversation.
Why not? There will be plenty left for me when I lick you and fuck you tonight.
I shivered. He was killing me. I can’t do that at work.
Why not? I guarantee you aren’t the only one who’s ever done it in the restroom. A moment later, I dare you.
The old Marisa would have been appalled at the thought, but not anymore. All embarrassment aside, I wasn’t going to survive this day if I didn’t do someth
ing soon.
I looked at all of the work on my desk. At the clock that announced several agonizing hours left between now and when I could finally fuck Eric. At the phone containing Eric’s suggestion. His dare.
Hell, what did I have to lose? I was going to lose my sanity if I didn’t do something.
I stood and headed towards the restroom. All the while, the “what if’s” cascaded through my mind: What if I took a long time and someone noticed? What if someone heard me? What if someone was in one of the other stalls? What if? What if? What if?
What if I don’t do anything and spontaneously fucking combust at my desk?
The ladies’ room was mercifully empty, but I still took the farthest stall from the door. The restroom fixtures and fluorescent lighting didn’t make for much of an atmosphere, but by that point, I could have done it in a gas station bathroom.
Where I was ceased to matter at all as soon as my fingers were under my panties and on my clit. My mind was instantly back in the Knight brothers’ kitchen with Eric bending me over the counter. In Darren’s bed while he pounded me into oblivion. In my living room while Eric lost his mind watching me strip. Sucking Darren’s cock in the parking garage. In that secret fantasy of mine in which both brothers fucked me and—
I barely had enough sense to bite my lip and suppress a cry as my clit released lightning bolts through my entire body. I tried to breathe, tried not to scream, willed myself not to let the entire building know what I was doing.
When I came down, came back to reality, I was even hornier than before. Fuck. I gritted my teeth with frustration as I came out of the stall, washed my hands, checked my makeup to make sure I didn’t look like I’d just done what I just did. My knees were weak, my clit was pulsing, and damn it, I needed Eric more than ever.
Back at my desk, I had a text message waiting: Dirty girl, I’ll bet I know what you’re doing.
I smirked. You’re right, and now I’m even more turned on, you bastard.
A moment later, LOL Perfect. All the more fun for me tonight.
Thirty
I took a quick shower as soon as I got home, but I didn’t bother putting on more than a bath towel. I tried to keep myself busy while I waited: Checking for the hundredth time that there were condoms on top of the nightstand. Making coffee. Putting a couple more condoms on the nightstand just in case we needed them.
By the time Eric arrived, I was shaking with anticipation.
As soon as the door was open, I was in his arms, his lips devouring mine as we stumbled into the apartment together. He kicked the door shut and pulled the bath towel away, growling softly as his hands found my naked flesh. Desperate to feel him, I tugged at his shirt. He pulled it off and tossed it aside. I couldn’t get him naked and inside me fast enough.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hips, spun me around, and pushed me up against the door, pinning my wrists beside my head. I tried to kiss him again, but he stayed just out of my reach. He pressed his cock against my hip and laughed at the moan that escaped my lips.
“I told you I was going to get you back for those nights you teased me.” A sly grin curled his lips and turned my knees to water.
“And just what do you have in mind?” I asked, wetting my lips.
He bent as if to kiss me, but stopped. I could almost taste the smoky flavor of his mouth, but a tantalizing sliver of space remained between his lips and mine. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” His warm breath whispered across my lower lip, and I suppressed a whimper. I wanted him so bad it hurt.
I tried to free my wrists, but he tightened his grasp. There wasn’t much point in struggling; I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but he was stronger than me. He’d willingly given in when I’d pinned him; I didn’t have a choice.
He leaned forward and kissed my neck, his unshaven jaw brushing against my collarbone. I watched his shoulders and biceps, mesmerized by the subtle movements of the muscles beneath his tattooed skin. I desperately wanted to run my tongue over the edges of his tattoos, to feel his muscles ripping beneath my hands. But I couldn’t.
I didn’t even bother suppressing the whimper this time. He laughed against my neck, the sound simultaneously arousing and frustrating me.
He lifted his head and looked at me. “You’re going to play by my rules tonight.”
I swallowed. “And what would those rules be?”
He grinned. “You’re not going to touch me.”
Meeting his grin, I raised an eyebrow. “That the best you can do?”
“I’m not done yet.” His eyes narrowed and his grin widened. “You also aren’t going to come until I say you can.”
“You’re going to keep me from coming?” I laughed.
He nodded. “Not one single orgasm tonight without my permission.” He kissed me then, pressing his hard cock against my hips.
Releasing my wrists, he led me into the bedroom. “Lie down on the bed.”
I did as he said, but he didn’t join me. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest and watched me silently for a moment, then said, “Touch your pussy.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I gave him a defiant smirk. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to touch anything.”
“You just can’t touch me until I say so,” he said. “And you can’t come until I say so.”
The embarrassment and insecurities from a lifetime ago came flooding back, but I swallowed them as I did what Eric ordered. As soon as my fingers were on my clit, I realized just how cruel his second rule really was. I had been turned on all day long. The orgasm I gave myself at work had done nothing to take the edge off, and in fact left me even more sensitive than before.
I whimpered softly.
“That’s perfect.” He never took his eyes off of my hand as he unbuckled his belt. Any embarrassment or insecurity disintegrated with the lusty grin on his face. “Is that what you were doing at work today?”
I nodded.
“Dirty girl,” he said. “Pity I couldn’t be there to take care of it for you.”
“My boss would have loved that.”
He shrugged. “I could have taken care of her too.”
“Filthy man.”
“Guilty.”
I chewed my lip and watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers. The sight of his cock made my mouth water; I’d wanted it all fucking day. In my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy—fuck, I wanted his cock. I licked my lips and circled my clit faster with my fingers as he closed his hand around his cock and stroked it slowly.
I searched his body language and his expression for a sign that he wasn’t really as in control as he wanted me to believe, that he was just a heartbeat away from giving in to what we both really wanted, but nothing betrayed his cool composure.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he growled.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered. There weren’t enough words in the English language to tell him how badly I wanted him then, to tell him how much I ached for him with each slow stroke he took on his own erection. My fingers moved faster on my clit and my breath caught.
“Don’t forget the rule,” he said, his tone more teasing than scolding.
“Fucking tease,” I said through clenched teeth. I closed my eyes, trying to regain some control, which was never going to happen as long as I kept watching him touch himself.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered.
I chewed my lip. “If I do, I’m going to come just from
watching you.”
He laughed. “You’ll just have to control—” He paused. “Control yourself, won’t you?” There it was. The catch in his voice.
I opened my eyes and met his. His lips parted slightly and his hand slowed just a little.
“I want to watch you come,” he said through his teeth.
“Like this?”
He nodded. “Just like that.”
Those old insecurities threatened to resurface, but I ignored them, focusing instead on watching Eric
’s face as I worked my clit faster. His eyes alternated watching my face and my hand, and his tongue ran across his lips.
My orgasm caught me by surprise, a deep tremor suddenly wracking my entire body as a helpless cry escaped my lips. My back arched and my vision went white. The incredible sensations crescendoed, peaked, started to taper.
The warmth of Eric’s mouth on my pussy sent me right back into the stratosphere with a gasp of pleasure and shock. I clawed the bed sheets, my back arching again, but Eric held my hips in place as his tongue drew slow, gentle circles around—but not touching—my pulsing clit.
The room spun around me as I tried to breathe, but my lungs refused to cooperate as Eric drew my orgasm out.
Finally I pushed his head away, my lips managing to form a desperate plea for him to stop. He did, lifting his head and kissing my thigh. My entire body shook uncontrollably even as my climax faded.
“I don’t recall saying you could have two orgasms,” he said. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and he laughed. He pushed himself up and came towards me. His kiss was an intoxicating mix of my pussy and the vague hint of smoke, and I wrapped my arms around him, desperate to taste him.
He pushed my arms aside and pinned them beside me, just as he’d pinned me against the door. “Someone’s forgetting the rules.”
I moaned, writhing beneath him. He brought my hands together and held both of my wrists in one hand.
“You have to play by the rules,” he said, his free hand drifting down to my pussy. “Or I’ll keep teasing you all fucking night.”
“You’re cruel,” I whimpered.
“And you love it,” he said, kissing my neck as his fingers slipped into my pussy.
“I want you to fuck me,” I pleaded.
“But you love being teased,” he growled, kissing just beneath my jaw. “Just like I loved every fucking second of it.” His fingers moved against my G-spot. “You had me so turned on those nights. God, I just wanted to throw you down and rail you.”
I moaned again. Then I gasped as his fingers crossed inside me, making them feel thicker and giving him a little extra leverage against my G-spot. “Holy…fuck…”
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