Meat Market Anthology

by S. Van Horne

  Holy hell.

  I know I haven’t seen or felt a dick in a long time, but this is far from average. Not that anything about Wade is. Just the thought of having this hunk of meat inside me has my core pulsing and clenching.

  He groans against my lips then moves his mouth across my cheek to my ear. “God, Jo, you are so fucking beautiful. You’re driving me crazy.”

  My lips find his ear, and I lick around the lobe, savoring the twitch of his cock in my hand and the shudder that rolls through his body. “Ditto, counselor.”

  “Fuck!” He pulls his head back and takes my face in his hand. “Say that again.”

  “Say what?”

  He grins and tilts my head back, then presses his lips to mine. “Call me counselor.”

  The giggle tumbles from my mouth, and I can barely get the words out. “Whatever you want, counselor.”

  With a chuckle, he pulls back slightly and quirks an eyebrow at me. How the hell does he make that look so damn sexy? “Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous statement, Attorney Westmore.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  WADE

  JOSETTE’S BREATH CATCHES, AND SHE gulps. Watching her throat contract has my cock jumping in her grip again. All I can think about is what it will feel like to have her swallowing my dick and my cum.

  Christ.

  If I don’t get myself under control, this will be over before it even starts. Control has never been an issue for me. At least, not since I was a teenager. But Josette seems to hold a power over me. And I’m happy to let her wield it.

  I urge her to set her feet on the floor again then jerk my shirt off over my head. She takes the hint and pulls off her tank top, letting her perfect breasts sway freely.

  Oh…fuck me…

  They call to me like beacons in the night, but I force myself to bend down to snatch a condom from my jeans. The last thing I expected was to be using one tonight, but in my profession—at least the now-former secondary one—I need to have them at the ready at all times. I’ve never been so happy to be prepared.

  Her eyes follow my hand, and then she glances down the hallway. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the—”

  My mouth on hers silences the question. Yes, we will make it to the bedroom…eventually.

  But not now.

  I push the condom into her hand and hook my fingers into her panties. Fuck. They’re soaked. If there was any question about whether she wanted me as much as I want her, these are proof she needs it as badly as I do.

  While I drag them down her legs, she tears the package open. There’s no way I can resist having her pussy right in front of my face. As much as I want my cock buried inside her, I want to taste her more.

  She uses her free hand to tug on my arm, encouraging me back up, but I ignore the gesture, instead focusing all my attention on the beauty before me.

  The carpet matches the drapes.

  And fuck, she is beautiful.

  With an approving groan, I lean in and press on her thighs, urging her to spread them wider. She complies, and I waste no time diving in and slipping my tongue into her wet heat.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  It’s like I’m a thirsty man stranded in the desert who finally found a fucking oasis. And I can’t drink enough. My tongue probes and flicks, and her whimpers assure me I’m doing something right. Fingers dig into my scalp, and she pleads. “Please…Wade…I need…”

  “What?” My murmur against her heated flesh sends her writhing against the wall. “Tell me.”

  “I need to come.”

  Don’t we all…

  As much as I want to feel her come apart against my mouth and on my tongue, I don’t want to tease her any longer. It’s time for both of us to get what we want. And that’s only going to happen once my cock is buried deep inside her pussy.

  Slowly, I rise to my feet, letting my tongue trail across her hips, over her flat stomach, and up to her pointed nipples. I grin at her wide-eyed stare and suck one into my mouth. She bucks and her hand finds my hard flesh again. Her fingers roll the condom down my straining cock, every touch along the sensitive skin pushing me closer to the edge of my control.

  When her hand circles the root of my dick and she uses it to tug me against her core, the sound that tumbles from my lips is more animal than human.

  I reach down and slide my hands under her ass, helping her get her legs up and wrapped around my waist again. She reaches down and aligns my cock with her swollen pussy, and with one thrust of my hips, I impale her, slamming her back against the wall.

  “Oh…God…” The words tumble from both our lips in unison.

  So fucking tight…wet…hot…no, scorching.

  Instead of pulling out and driving into her like a madman, which is precisely what every fucking atom of my being is begging me to do, I pause. Her eyes fly open, and her nails dig into the back of my neck. “What are you doing? Go!” She flexes her cunt around my cock, almost as if to spur me into action.

  “I’m savoring the moment, darling. Don’t worry, I plan on very thoroughly fucking you.”

  JOSETTE

  Thoroughly fucked sounds like Heaven right now, but I’m in Hell. Because he…isn’t…moving.

  I squeeze his cock and rock my hips, dig my nails into his skin, and press my lips against his…anything to get him moving again. His mouth on my pussy almost made me come undone, but he stopped just short of my release, and now, he’s torturing me with his cock.

  It stretches and fills me completely. The sweet burn of his intrusion was quickly replaced with the thundering need to be hammered…hard.

  I’ve never been one to desire the rough and fast kind of sex. Slow and sweet has always been more my style. But not with Wade. And if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I may kill him. At least if I get an understanding female jury, I can get an acquittal based on justifiable homicide.

  Just GO!

  Our tongues tangle—almost fighting each other for control. I don’t know who wins, but finally, sweet Lord, finally, he pulls back and then shoves into me again.

  My head smacking against the hard wall at my back should probably bother me, but with Wade’s hips slamming against mine while he pumps into me, there is nothing but pleasure.

  His cock stretches me, and the head of his amazing dick drags against just the right spot with every thrust and retreat.

  I dig my nails into his shoulders and my heels into his ass, driving him deeper with every thrust. The hot flutter of his breath against my neck makes me shudder around him. He finds my pulse point again and sucks in rhythm with his hips.

  Holy shit.

  The orgasm that was building while his mouth was at my core surges back to life. My thighs burn from clutching his wildly driving hips, but it’s nothing compared to the burn in my veins when I finally come. Wildfire rages through my body and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.

  He groans against my neck. “Jesus fucking Christ…”

  Then he pulls his head back, and his forehead drops against mine. He continues to pump into me while my core milks his cock. Just as I’m starting to regain my sense and return from the incredible hazy high of my orgasm, he groans and shoves into me—hard and deep—and comes.

  CHAPTER NINE

  WADE

  WE DID EVENTUALLY MAKE IT to the bedroom. And three rounds later, Josette passed out and I quickly followed.

  The soft light seeping in through the partially opened blinds finally forces my eyes open. It’s been years since I woke up next to a woman. That was always a rule—no sleepovers. They could have me as many times and as many ways as they wanted, but I always went home and slept in my own bed. Now, there’s no place I’d rather be than right where I am, in Josette’s.

  Right here.

  My fingers itch to touch her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, but my left-hand lays precariously close to her exposed breast. Tough choice. My cock is also screaming at me to make a repeat performance of last night.

  Instea
d of teasing her nipples like I want to, so damn much, I drag my arm off her chest and slowly push the sheet down until her entire body is exposed in the hazy morning sunshine. Despite my throbbing cock, my focus right now is her.

  I want her to fall apart again. I need to taste her.

  The sheets shift as I slowly slide down until I’m in the prime position to give her the perfect wakeup. She stirs slightly when I use my palms to spread her legs open, but she doesn’t wake. Her flesh is faintly swollen from last night’s activities. I’ll have to be gentle.

  No problem. I can do gentle.

  The first taste of her this morning is just as incredible as it was last night. I slip my tongue along her pink folds, and she moans and shifts, opening her legs even wider for me.

  “Am I dreaming right now?” Her voice is low and husky, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

  “Hmmm.” I hum against her clit in response, and her body jerks. Her hands find my head, and she pushes down, urging me to continue my early morning explorations. I probe into her pussy with my tongue while my thumb rubs slow circles around her clit.

  She bucks and whimpers, digging her fingers in my hair and tugging. Now that she’s good and wet, I work my way back up while slipping two fingers inside her.

  Curling my fingers into her upper wall elicits a strangled gasp from her, and her entire body shudders under me. “Yes, right there.”

  With a groan, she shifts and begins thrusting her hips in time with my sucking lips and pumping fingers. My own hips rock instinctively, and I send up a silent prayer I don’t come all over the sheets before I can get inside her.

  It won’t take much longer. Her thighs are already quivering, and her breathing is nothing more than desperate pants.

  “Wade…fuck…I…I’m gonna come.”

  She wasn’t kidding. When her orgasm hits her, she bows up off the bed, driving herself against my face while her pussy grips and shudders around my fingers. My cock throbs so hard, I almost come at the sensation of her falling apart around me.

  There isn’t anywhere in the world I’d rather be than right here.

  Hands shove at my head, forcing me away from her, and I look up. From her position propped up on her elbows, she assesses me with lust-glazed eyes.

  “Well, that was a new way to wake up.”

  I shift up and climb over her until she relaxes back into the mattress. “Mmm, good new way?”

  Her laughter bubbles up and makes my heart race.

  Such a beautiful fucking sound.

  My hard cock presses against her drenched core. She shifts and rocks until the entire length is coated in her release.

  “Great way. But now I need to ensure you’re awake too.”

  JOSETTE

  His responding grin clears the remaining post-orgasmic fog from my head. I never got to taste him last night. We were too busy fucking like rabbits to really slow down and enjoy a thorough exploration of each other. That was fine, but now, I want nothing more than to suck his cock and watch him fall apart.

  I reach around his hips and urge him up. “Come up here.”

  As he shifts up, his cock drags across my sensitive clit, causing a shudder to roll through me. He chuckles and settles his knees outside my shoulders, placing him in the perfect spot for me to explore and savor him.

  My first lick down his cock causes a litany of curses to tumble from his puffy lips. That mouth is so damn talented—in the courtroom and the bedroom. A silver tongue for sure.

  He moves his hands up to the headboard and grips it so tightly, the creak echoes in the room. I’ve barely touched him, and he’s already struggling for control.

  A plus work, Josette.

  His dick is this hard just from going down on me and getting me off. That’s a real boost for a girl’s ego.

  I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and concentrate my attentions to the head. Swirling, licking, sucking, I drive him to the brink before I back off and blow lightly across the wet, throbbing flesh.

  The headboard creaks again, and I glance up to find him drilling me with dark, lust-filled eyes. His jaw is clenched so tightly, I’m afraid he may crack a tooth.

  With just the tip of my tongue, I work my way up and down his entire length…over…and over…and over…until his muscular thighs shake next to my ears. I grasp his balls in one hand and work them while I wrap the flat of my tongue around his length and wet him root to tip.

  “Jesus…fuck, Jo.”

  Torturing him is fun, but I would rather watch him come than play with him anymore.

  Without breaking eye contact, I open my mouth and slowly suck him down—inch by glorious inch—until the head of his cock bumps against the back of my throat. I don’t have a gag reflex, so when he groans, shuts his eyes, and sucks in a breath, I know my next move will send him over the edge.

  And I will enjoy watching every moment of it.

  I wait a few seconds until his eyes open and meet mine again, and then I tilt my head back and swallow, letting the muscles of my throat milk his release from him.

  “Holy motherfucking…shit!” His orgasm hits him, and he shoves his dick even further down my throat in tight, sharp thrusts. I grasp his ass and hold him steady as he spills down my throat with his eyes clenched shut.

  When he’s finally spent, he groans and slowly withdraws from my mouth. Those hazy amber eyes find mine, and I grin and lick my lips.

  “What…the hell…was that?” The question comes between panted breaths, and I can’t stop the laughter from bubbling up from my chest.

  He leans down until we’re practically sharing oxygen, but stops short of kissing me.

  “Seriously, Jo, that was…” He sucks in and releases a deep breath and then shakes his head slowly. “The most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.”

  I quirk an eyebrow at him and grin. “Oh, was it? I just call that a Morning Alarm Clock.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  WADE

  “IF THAT’S HOW YOU PLAN on waking me up every morning, then I’m moving in today.”

  What?

  “You want to move in?”

  I shake my head and grin. “It was just a joke. I’m not trying to rush anything. All I wanted was for you to give me a chance to prove to you that you are what I want, nothing and no one else. As long as I’ve done that, I’m happy where we are.”

  One corner of her mouth tips up as she tries, unsuccessfully, to conceal a smirk. “While I do think it’s a bit early to be discussing living arrangements, I’m willing to admit I may be enjoying your company…a little.”

  “A little?”

  Liar.

  She can’t maintain her straight face any longer and breaks into a grin. “A tiny bit.”

  I shift so my growing erection presses between her legs and she groans. “Tiny?”

  Her hands thread into my hair, and she pulls my lips down to hers. “Miniscule.”

  A thrust and roll of my hips elicits a moan from her. I capture it with my mouth. She kisses me back and removes one hand from my head to shove it between our bodies. When her fingers curl around my cock, I grunt against her lips.

  She grasps me with a firm grip and strokes the length of my shaft—up and down, up and down, up and down—until I’m practically humping her hand.

  No, not like this.

  “Stop.” I jerk my hips back and grab her wrist to still her hand.

  A knowing smile spreads across her face. “What?”

  “I’m not coming in your hand. I’m coming inside you. It can be another morning tradition.”

  She giggles as I lean over to the nightstand to grab a condom. The pile of empty wrappers makes me smile to myself. And to think, a week ago, I was complaining about too much sex.

  Never again.

  As long as it’s with her, I’ll have sex a hundred times a day.

  I suit myself up in record time while she lays back looking epically breathtaking in the early morning
light.

  How am I ever going to be able to look at her in court again without picturing her like this? I’ll have a perpetual hard-on.

  “Turn over. On your knees.”

  Her eyes twinkle, and I think she’s about to challenge me, but, instead, she licks her lips and flips over. When she raises her luscious ass into the air toward me, I have to bite my lip to keep from saying something very ungentlemanly. That’s for the future. I can’t scare her off now with talk of backdoor encounters.

  I settle behind her and press my cock between her thighs, against the wet heat of her pussy. She shudders and shimmies further back, brushing my length against her clit.

  “Mmm.”

  We did hot and heavy and hard last night. This morning, I want to give her long, slow, and torturously sweet.

  JOSETTE

  He presses the head of his cock against my core and grips my hips. Instead of shoving into me hard, he ever so slowly eases his way in—inch by glorious inch.

  “Holy fuck.” In this position, he’s longer, thicker, and deeper…so much deeper. He drags out gradually and sets an unhurried pace.

  The languid drag of his cock is wholly unexpected after last night’s hard and fast sessions, but damn does it feel incredible.

  So fucking good.

  I clutch the pillows between my forearms and press my cheek flat against the mattress, angling my ass even higher and shifting his position slightly.

  “Fuck yes!” He leans an arm down next to me and lowers his chest against my back. His warm breath flutters the hair hanging around my face. Fingers brush it away from my ear, and he slowly sucks the lobe between his lips before kissing my neck and retreating.

  The long, lazy thrusts start a gradual building heat that spreads out from where we’re connected. His fingers dig into my hips harder, and I know he’s hanging on to his restraint by a thin thread.

  He wants to unleash, but he’s holding back to give me what he thinks I need.

  But what I need is for this orgasm to come, not linger on the edges just out of reach.