Lewis Security

by Glenna Sinclair

  He covered my mouth again, and this time his tongue darted into my mouth. I moaned deep in the back of my throat as he explored. I couldn’t help but give in to the passion building inside me, knowing I couldn’t get away from him easily. I couldn’t take over. Somehow, that made everything even hotter.

  His mouth moved down to my chin, then over my throat. I could gasp and moan freely as I threw my head back to give him access. My pulse raced, and his mouth skimmed my skin just over the place where my blood pounded. I closed my eyes and sighed as his tongue swirled and licked. Heat spread between my legs and made me lift my hips to press myself against the thickness of his hard dick. He groaned and thrusted against me with a power that made me throb almost painfully in response.

  He took my wrists in one hand, leaving the other one free to touch me. I arched my back when he covered one of my breasts with his hand, rubbing his palm along the nipple until it tightened and stood out under the thin tank I wore. He replaced his hand with his mouth, sucking at it through the cotton. I cried out for more and he gave it to me, nibbling as he sucked harder. He finally let go of my wrists then, letting me take the back of his head to pull him closer.

  He pulled down the top of my tank in a quick, rough motion, exposing my breasts to his greedy mouth. He glanced up at me and our eyes locked as he swirled his tongue in a circle around one nipple, then the other, before closing his mouth over one. I threw my head back with a sharp cry as he drew my flesh between his teeth and bit down gently before sucking again.

  With my hands free, I ran them over his shoulders, which were just as thick and strong as I had imagined they would feel. His back was broad and the muscles worked beneath the skin as he moved over me. I pulled his tee from the waistband of his jeans and slid my hands over him. He was warm, firm, and just touching him stoked my fire until it blazed out of control. I was lost in sensation by then, touching and being touched, the wetness between my legs soaking through my panties thanks to the way he seemed to know just what I liked and how I liked it.

  He pushed himself up to look down at me, and his eyes were dark with lust. He pulled his shirt over his head to give me a look at his broad chest and chiseled abs. I ran my hands up and down, ending at his waistband, where the muscles formed a V and ended inside his jeans. I slid my fingers underneath, and we both groaned.

  “Now, you,” he muttered, and in seconds my top was over my head. He admired me before lowering himself again, leaving a trail of slow kisses between my breasts and down my torso.

  “Oh, yes…” I whispered, arching my back again to meet his kisses. I felt the muscles jumping under my skin as he slid his tongue over me. My entire body was alive, craving all of him. His hands moved over my legs, down to my ankles and back up again, before pulling off my leggings.

  He scrambled down to the floor and pulled me to the edge of the bed by my hips. I giggled, but that giggle was cut off by a gasp as he pulled my thighs apart almost roughly. His breathing was ragged and uneven as he lowered his face to my covered mound. He inhaled me, then grunted like a crazed animal—it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, knowing I turned him on that way.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmured before taking one of my legs in his hands and running his tongue over it. He swirled it around the inside of my knee, making me squirm and gasp, before moving down my calf and tonguing the inside of my ankle. I rolled my head from side to side, crying out for more, needing him to give me more so the sweet torture he was putting me through would finally end.

  He moved back up, licking all the way, before reaching my inner thigh. I whimpered and gasped for breath, spreading my legs wider, inviting him wordlessly. He was drawn to my heat, and his tongue danced along the lace of my panties. His thumb stroked me through the lace, which drove me even crazier.

  His tongue and thumb worked me while his other hand slipped back up over my body until it found one of my heaving breasts. He traced a slow line between them, from one to the other, gently strumming his fingers over my nipples. It was delicious torment, and I rode the line between arousal and release.

  “Please, please…” I nearly sobbed. “Please, let me come, please…!” He squeezed my breast and I groaned, holding his hand in place, my hips rising and falling as I strained to increase the pressure on my sex.

  His breath was hot on my skin as he chuckled, but he finally took pity on me. I sighed in relief as he pulled off my panties and tossed them aside.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he grunted before reaching out with his tongue to lap at my outer lips. I ground my hips against his mouth, whimpering again, so close but so far from what I really needed.

  “More, please!” I gasped, desperate, before crying out his name when he dipped into my folds and grazed my clit. I wrapped my legs around his head, pulling him in. He held my thighs as he licked and kissed me, sucking my clit before flicking it. I was so close, so close…

  My whole body went tight before I screamed in relief as the wave broke and washed over me. “Yes! Dylan, yes!” It seemed to go on and on until I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore, but eventually I relaxed into the bed with a sigh.

  When I came to, I realized he was kissing the insides of my thighs again—soft, sweet kisses despite his ragged breathing. My fire sparked again, even when I was hardly over that last burst of pleasure. I held my arms out to him, and he stood to take off his jeans. My mouth watered when I caught sight of his thick erection. It had been so long, too long, and my body craved him.

  I waited while he unrolled a condom, then opened my legs to welcome him between them. The weight of his body over mine was so good, just like the feeling of his muscles under my hands. My heart hammered wildly as I waited for his first thrust.

  When it came, filling me so completely, I cried out as another orgasm started to build. It was so fast, almost too fast, but I couldn’t control myself as he swept me away with another thrust, then another, driving himself into me as I pressed my face to his shoulder to muffle my ecstatic cries.

  “You feel so good,” he muttered between thrusts, driving himself deeper and deeper. “So good.”

  “Take me!” I gasped, grunting each time our bodies came together. “Please, harder! More!”

  He did as I asked, his rhythm picking up until he was riding me mercilessly. I loved every second of it, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders and tightened my legs around his waist to pull him even closer every time he bottomed out inside me.

  I looked up at him when he pushed himself up on his hands. He was completely in control of me, powerful and strong, driving me closer to bliss with each deep, sure thrust. His body flexed, his muscles worked under my hands, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin the harder he worked. I lifted my hips in time with his thrusts, and he clenched his jaw in response. He was so close, just as close as me.

  “Come with me,” I whispered. “I want you to come.”

  “Oh, God…” He closed his eyes and rammed himself into me harder than ever. I dragged my nails down his back and his grunt in response sent me higher. My muscles tightened around him as my legs did, and I felt myself getting closer.

  “Yes…yes!” I gripped him tight, tighter, before an explosion rocked me from the inside out. He fell against me and roared as he came. I buried my face in his neck and shook, gasping for breath. He relaxed against me, and even though I could hardly breathe under his weight I held him for as long as I could. I had never had sex like that before—totally vulnerable, totally at the mercy of the man I was with. And he didn’t use me, either. He didn’t use his power over me. He brought me more pleasure than I thought I could stand.

  When he rolled off, I took a deep breath and let it out in a short little laugh.

  “What’s wrong? You okay?”

  I turned my head in his direction. “Believe me. Nothing’s wrong.” Not physically, anyway. Inside, I wondered if I had just made a mistake by letting that happen—even as I knew so well that in the moment, I didn’t have a choice.
There had been no stopping it.

  Chapter Fourteen – Dylan

  I stared up at the ceiling and wondered if I hadn’t just made a mistake. Nothing good could come out of us sleeping together, could it?

  Even so, I hadn’t felt so good in a long time. Maybe ever. She was just as good as I had imagined during those long, lonely nights on the couch. I had laid there alone in the darkness and wondered what it would be like to touch her, how it would feel to be inside her. It had been damn near enough to kill me. I was sure I’d go crazy once or twice, driving myself nuts because I couldn’t stop wanting her.

  Usually, after being with a girl I had wanted for a while, I didn’t really want her anymore. Funny how that worked. Once it was over, it was over. There was nothing to fantasize about after that. Only with Vienna, the opposite was true. Just a few minutes later, before I even caught my breath, I was thinking about getting started again.

  She was on her back, arms crossed behind her head. She had the look of a woman who just got well-fucked. The look a man wanted to see when he finished. Her body was perfection, better than what I had imagined. Her ass was firm but full, and her tits were the sort of tits a boy daydreamed about when he started figuring out the difference between boys and girls—big, ripe, with sweet little nipples that made her go crazy when I sucked on them. She was so responsive, and not shy about letting me know what she liked. Who wouldn’t want to be with her again?

  It was important to take my time, though, even though I could’ve gone again right away. I didn’t want to push her too hard. I still wasn’t sure it was smart for us to do it, either. I didn’t know how she felt.

  “You need anything?” What a stupid thing to say, but what else was there to say? Should I ask if it was good for her? I could tell it was—she must’ve come three times. Was that enough for her?

  “Relax.” She rolled onto her side with one hand under the side of her head. “You did a good job, if that’s what you’re wondering about.”

  I felt my cheeks redden a little and was glad it was dark in the room. “I just wanted to be sure I took good care of you, is all.”

  “No, I get it. And you’re very sweet for caring so much.” She put a hand on my chest. No. I didn’t want her to get that idea, either. I wasn’t catching feelings for her.

  “Men care whether or not they do a good job by the person they’re with, is all. I wasn’t out to get off and nothing else, you know?”

  Her smile softened. “I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. I already knew you were a decent guy.”

  Shit. Women always did that, didn’t they? They got all weird after sex, like things were different all of a sudden. Everything had deeper significance just because we made each other come.

  She snickered. “You don’t know what the hell to do with yourself right now, do you?”

  “What do you mean?” I didn’t want her to read me like that.

  “I mean you’re afraid I like you like you now.”

  “I’m not afraid of that.”

  “You’re afraid of hurting my feelings, then.”

  “I’m not afraid of that, either.”

  “Well, that’s good, because I’m not that kind of girl and you should know that by now. Fun is fun. I mean, come on, we’ve been living together for more than a week. It was bound to happen.”

  I frowned. “Men and women can live together without anything happening. I’ve had lots of female clients whose houses I had to stay in for a case and nothing ever happened.”

  She smirked. “Really? What was the problem?”

  “It would’ve been unprofessional.”

  “Was that all that held you back?”

  “Not really. I mean, there has to be attraction, too.”

  “So you’re attracted to me,” she grinned.

  “You couldn’t tell? That’s sort of step one before sleeping with somebody, isn’t it? Stop fishing for compliments.”

  “I wasn’t either.”

  “Yeah, you were. It was pretty obvious.”

  “Okay, fine.” She rolled onto her back again. “I’m attracted to you, too, by the way.”

  “Thanks for letting me know.” I smiled up at the ceiling.

  “But that doesn’t mean we have to be unprofessional together all the time. I know how important it is for you to be a professional. I wouldn’t want to compromise you like that.”

  “I wish I knew if you were being serious or not.”

  “I am.” She swatted at me. “I mean it. I don’t want you to feel guilty just because we slept together---even though, you know, when it’s a little forbidden that makes it even hotter.”

  I stirred at her words. “Yeah. You’re right. It does.”

  “I mean, not that I don’t think it would be hot between us without having a forbidden element. You get two people like us together—especially with that body of yours—and it’s bound to be good.”

  She had to know what her words were doing to me. That was probably why her voice had dropped a little, now sounding deep and intimate. I clenched my jaw and willed myself to hang on. All I needed was to get hard again and make it obvious that I wanted her more than anything.

  Her hand, which had been resting on my arm, slid up to my shoulder. “These shoulders of yours. Jesus Christ. What do you have to do to build up shoulders like these?”

  “A lot of work,” I admitted.

  “Well, it’s worth it. Every woman wants to hold onto a pair of shoulders like these when a guy’s on top of her.”

  “Really?” Damn her. I couldn’t tell her to stop because I didn’t want her to. She was pulling me under the surface again—I couldn’t resist the way my body yearned to touch hers again.

  “Oh, hell yes. And your arms? You’re so strong. When you lifted me up and carried me in here—it’s a huge turn-on, feeling like somebody so much stronger is in control.”

  “Good to know,” I choked out.

  Her hand slid over my chest, then down my abs. “I wanted to tongue every inch of these,” she admitted, a little breathless. I glanced down and saw her hips moving just a little as she squeezed her thighs together. She was getting hot, too. It was insane, but I wouldn’t have stopped it for anything.

  “What’s stopping you?” I asked. What was wrong with me? No, we shouldn’t do it again. She had mentioned professionalism and I was definitely not being professional.

  “Do you want me to?” she asked. “Do you want me to lick your body?”

  “Fuck yes,” I growled. My cock was getting thicker, longer. I watched as she rolled over and threw one leg over mine. I smoothed her hair back so I could watch as she kissed a slow, sensual trail over my chest, then down my abdomen. Just like she had described, she dragged her tongue around each muscle. I closed my eyes and let myself go. It was pointless to fight her.

  “Mm…” she moaned between licks. “You’re so hot. I love the way you taste, too.” I buried my hands in her hair and pulled just a little. The way she hissed between her teeth told me how much she loved it, so I did it again.

  Her tongue moved lower, lower, until it flicked just over the base of my cock. I groaned through clenched teeth as she teased me. Her hands slid over my chest, down my sides, over my legs while her tongue slid over my shaft.

  “Yes…” I growled. “Put it in your mouth.” I would die if she didn’t.

  Her tongue circled the head again and again, then flicked along the underside. I threw my head back with another growl. “You’re so good,” I muttered.

  “Watch me.” I looked down to see her staring up at me. There was a look in her eyes I had never seen before, like the only thing she wanted in the whole world was to suck my cock. I almost came just from meeting her eyes. Then she took me in her mouth and slid down to the base. She moaned like it drove her crazy, which made me throb and swell.

  She started bobbing up and down, working her tongue in circles on the underside while her lips moved along my shaft. I was lost in sensation, the sight of her sucking on
me, the feeling of being in her warm, wet mouth.

  “Too good,” I breathed. “Too good. I can’t hold on any longer.”

  She let me all from her mouth with a pout. “Damn.”

  “You’re too good at that,” I groaned. She stroked me slowly, not that I needed any help staying hard. “And I wanna watch you ride me, too.”

  “Oh, well, when you put it that way…” She grinned wickedly. I reached over for my pants, at the side of the bed, and pulled another condom from my wallet. I was glad I had stayed prepared. She took it from me and rolled it down the length of my straining cock.

  “You want me to ride you?” she whispered, sweeping her hair over one shoulder.

  “I do. I want to watch you get yourself off.” So she straddled me and lifted herself up while I guided myself to line up with her entrance. She was so hot and wet, and I fought the urge to slam her onto me. Instead, she lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, and I watched her face as she opened her mouth and sighed in satisfaction.

  “It’s so good,” she whispered. “So good.” She started rocking back and forth, eyes closed, mouth open as she focused on the place where our bodies joined. I let her find her rhythm and took the opportunity to run my hands over her tiny waist and round hips, and the tits that swayed back and forth as she moved. She gasped and whimpered when I rolled her nipples between my fingers.

  “That’s right, baby. Ride me.” I held her hips and watched her bounce up and down on my cock. She ground her clit against me on the down stroke, harder and harder like she was determined to make herself come. When she started clenching down around me, I knew she was getting close. I dug my fingers into her soft flesh and held on tight as she rode harder, letting out a little grunt every time she slammed down on me.