by Marni Mann
I could tell this was something she had never done before, she was having a hard time staying still. Her grunting filled the silence as my tongue flicked over her clit, licking from side to side, trying to catch every bit of wine while the sensations built inside her.
“Oh my God.”
“Not yet,” I demanded.
“But I…”
“Not yet!”
My nose pressed against the top of her pussy; my lips were buried inside, and my tongue plunged so fucking deep she was able to ride it. And she did…the wine dripped out of her navel and ran down her thighs, into her sweet, soft cunt. It tasted so goddamn good.
“I can’t stop it,” she cried. “I can’t…”
I wanted to have her like this for hours, but I wanted to feel her come, too. “Then do it right now.” My order sent quivers through her whole body, her pussy clenching around my tongue while waves of pleasure spread over her stomach.
“Oh shiiiiit!” she screamed, until she stilled.
I stopped licking and slowly pulled my face out from between her legs. I wiped the moisture off my beard, but only because it was mixed with wine. Had it just been her juices, I would have left it, treasured it. Tasted it again and again until I showered in the morning.
She finally opened her eyes, loosened her grip on the counter, and looked down at me. “In the restaurant, you told me you were going to pour wine all over me, just like you told me you were going to use your flannel to tie me to your headboard. I guess I shouldn’t doubt you when it comes to getting me off.”
I washed my face at the sink, then dampened a paper towel and brought it over to her. She made me smile, and I didn’t hide it. “No, you shouldn’t.” I wiped her pussy, cleaning her off gently.
“Sit up now.”
I washed her tits, pausing to softly flick my tongue over each nipple. They grew as I sucked them into my mouth and brushed my teeth over the ends. “I can’t get enough of you,” I said, finally pulling my tongue away. Her gunmetal eyes stared into mine. She had forgiven me; she had even gotten me to open up a little. There was more I could do, more reassurance I could give. “I will never disrespect you that way again. You have my word, and as I’ve proven to you my word is my bond.”
Her eyes softened, her fingers lifting to brush over my beard. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” I dropped the paper towel and reached my hands around her, cupping her ass cheeks. “You gave me this tonight.”
“I did.”
“As much as I just want to take it, I won’t unless you really give it to me. Is that what you’re doing?” She chewed on her lip as though she were thinking about my question. Her cheeks turned flush, her hands continuing to brush over my whiskers. “Before you answer that, answer this: do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust me when I say I would never hurt your body.”
A smirk crossed her mouth. “Never?”
“The pain won’t be intended to hurt you, but to please you in a completely new way.” I tugged her hands off my face and used my beard to skim around her nipple. “In a way you’ve never felt before.” I moved back to her lips. “If I don’t think you can handle it, I’ll stop. If you don’t think you can handle it, I need you to tell me. But I need you to trust me, Frankie.”
“I trust you,” she whispered. “So, yes…I’m giving it to you.”
FOURTEEN.
FRANKIE
I LAID on my back in the center of the bed, watching Derek roll the condom over his dick and climb onto the mattress. My knees bent instinctively, my thighs rising until they pressed into my stomach. I felt him at the entrance of my ass.
“Trust me.” His voice was as rough and raw as his beard, the bristles that were now brushing against my thighs as his tongue swiped down my…pussy—a word he made me want to use now. He dropped lower and lower, until his mouth finally reached my ass.
“Oh!” My back lifted off the bed in response. “I trust you,” I breathed, reminding myself as much as him. I’d never felt a tongue on that spot, never felt soft wet pressure in that area. He was drenching my hole, probing it with the tip of his tongue. He was teasing my clit with his fingers at the same time. Having him down that low was such a foreign sensation. But tantalizing—naughty and taboo, even, which made it all the more erotic.
“There isn’t a part of your body that doesn’t taste delicious.”
I couldn’t keep from blushing as his words vibrated against my ass cheeks. He hadn’t been there more than a few seconds, and already a sensation was building inside me. It was different from my usual orgasm; this was more concentrated on the lower part of my stomach, a warming that ended with small tingling bursts. He sensed the tension and slowed down, stopping the build as he moved back up my body. “Kiss me.”
“Derek—”
“Fucking kiss me, Frankie.”
I couldn’t deny the face that stared back at me. He was gorgeous and demanding and controlling, and I wanted all of it…around me, on me, and most definitely inside me. As his mouth ravished mine, he gently inserted his finger—just a bit, like he had done the last time he’d been in this spot, allowing me to get used to it. As I began to move with him, he gradually increased his speed and pressure. One finger eventually turned to two, then three; he rubbed my clit at the same time. I found myself not just moving from the pressure, but actually grinding against it. Through my moans, I was begging for more.
And more is what he gave me.
His fingers were replaced by the tip of his dick. “Trust me,” he repeated.
I closed my eyes, keeping my mouth on his, taking in his tongue at the same time I was taking in his cock. His mouth affected me tremendously, bringing out the most intense sensations. With the combined rubbing on my clit and the crown of his dick pushing into me, my body didn’t know which one to focus on, which sensation was causing it to scream out in pleasure.
“If it hurts,” he said, “you need to tell me to stop.”
There was a slight burning feeling as he moved in deeper and my ass worked to take in more. It became much more pleasurable when my body fully accepted him. Even when it had, he didn’t thrust inside me with all his power. He moved at a pace I could handle, one I was comfortable with.
“Derek,” I moaned.
He growled, his lips traveling to my neck, just under my jaw where my pulse throbbed. “I knew you’d like it.” He punched his hips forward until he was completely surrounded by me. “Fuuuck,” he hissed. “I’ve never been inside anything this tight before.”
I could feel what he meant, how my ass hugged him as he slid through all the slickness. Some of the lubricant had come from his licking; the rest I had created on my own. “Oh God,” I grunted as he started moving faster. He was gliding out to his tip and shoving back in. His fingertips were swirling over my clit.
I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I needed to hold on so something other than this bed could bear some of the pleasure that was streaming through my body.
“Harder,” he insisted.
“My nails?”
“Claw me fucking harder, Frankie.”
I couldn’t imagine that stabbing his skin felt as good as what he was doing to me, but his request combined with the sounds that came out of him was such a turn on.
“You’re too tight,” he said. “I’m…going to come.”
I almost laughed. “That’s a bad thing?”
“I need so much more of this before either of us even think about coming.”
“More?” I shuddered. “But I’m almost ready now.”
“Don’t you dare!” He sat up taller on his knees, straightening his body and pulling my legs so they straddled his waist. My back raised off the bed, my arms holding most of my weight. The new position gave him more freedom to go as deep or as shallow as he wanted. His hands returned—one on my clit, circling it with a fierce speed, and the other on my nipple. He tu
gged it and pinched it between his fingers.
So much building was happening inside my body. The way he rubbed my clit triggered a burst in my navel…the steady pumping in and out of my ass caused a desire that spread and peaked again and again in an endless wave. Even the clamping of my nipples caused a prickle to travel through my whole chest. The sight of his face was the only thing that kept me in the moment. Otherwise, the combination of it all would have overtaken me, and I’d have been shuddering on his dick in seconds. And I wouldn’t do that…not until he gave me permission—partly because I enjoyed giving him that bit of power, and partly because the challenge of holding off my orgasm was as pleasurable as having one.
“Your fucking ass, Frankie…I’ll never be able to get enough of it.”
I covered his hand with mine as he pinched my nipple, and I squeezed his fingers so he gripped the small pebble even harder. He groaned when he realized what I was doing, complied and squeezed with the force I wanted.
My head drove into the mattress. “Derek…ahhhhh.”
“Your ass is getting even wetter.”
“It’s you.” I tilted my head forward so I could look at him again. “It’s what you’re doing to me.”
He jerked forward, giving me quick, hard thrusts. I screamed after each one. “If I don’t stop soon, my dick is going to break this condom and I’m going to fill your fucking ass with cum.”
His dirty words always sent me so close to the edge. “Come, Derek…please,” I begged.
“I want you to come before I do.” My eyes closed, my feet tightened around him. “So you come first, Frankie. Come right fucking now.”
I was already there; I had practically been there since the moment the burning had stopped. My muscles, my navel, my breasts—they all started to boil right before he pumped me to a screaming peak. I didn’t know where the orgasm was born, which part of me felt the most pleasure or what was contracting, shaking, shuddering. But I felt it from inside me, outside me. I moaned through it until I ran out of breath. Then I watched him have his—his eyes pierced mine right before he ravaged my lips, his grunts spreading over my face, his hands gripping me in such a way that I could feel his pleasure as much as my own.
We finally stilled, and I felt him move next to me, gently brushing his fingertips over my nipples. They were more sensitive than they’d ever been.
“I had no idea something like that was even possible,” I confessed, “especially from inside of there.”
Derek propped himself up on his arm, running his fingers over my cheek and through my hair. “I told you I’d be your first for many things, and I promise you’re going to like them all.”
“If they feel anything like that, consider me your lifelong pupil.”
His thumb pulled on my lip. I loved it when he did that, when he focused on my mouth and nowhere else. It made me feel like he was longing to kiss me, and kissing Derek Block was one of the most overpoweringly personal experiences I’d ever felt. He was rough and unrefined, robust and all man. His mouth had been all over my body, in places where no one had ever been before. But kissing was so intimate and soft—an emotional expression more than a sexual one. He didn’t show a lot of emotion, but he did when his mouth was on mine.
“So submissive,” he whispered.
“Only with you.”
He cocked his head. “That means there are no others.”
It wasn’t a question; he was too demanding for that. He already knew the answer, but maybe there was a part of him that needed reassurance, the same way I had needed his earlier. “No, Derek. There are no others. Just you.”
“I like that answer even more.”
FIFTEEN.
DEREK
I SAT in my Suburban in the parking lot outside the motel. My eyes traveled up the stairs and across the doors until I saw 212. This was the room Tamra was in. She’d called a half hour ago and asked to see me immediately. I tried to push for a different date, another time; she wouldn’t budge. Will was in a vendor meeting offsite and hadn’t been able to plan an escape for me. Before leaving Timber Towers, I’d asked one of the assistants to call and make up an excuse that required me to get back to the jobsite. I hoped the time I had chosen would get me out of there before Tamra decided to take her clothes off…I needed to get my dick out of this mess, but I didn’t know how. Tamra was our only contact, the only source we had who was inside Randy’s circle. Without her, I would have no knowledge of his dealings, and I couldn’t jeopardize that just yet.
I got out of the SUV, climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. I had a feeling she’d be wearing something sheer and tight and would do everything in her power to get me to touch her. I’d bailed the last two times I’d been in her presence; she wasn’t going to let me get away with a third. And hell, I was right. She opened the door in nothing but light pink panties and a matching bra, her nipples so hard they made the fabric buckle.
I kept my eyes on hers. “Risky to be answering the door in just that.”
“No one would be knocking on it besides you, baby.”
My stomach churned. I wasn’t her fucking baby. I wasn’t her anything. She was lucky I was still standing there. I wasn’t sure if this was even worth it anymore.
I stopped her when she reached for me, clamping her wrist for a second before pulling my hand away. “Don’t make me remind you.”
“Don’t make me remind you, Derek.” Her voice was whiny and pleading. “You haven’t touched me in so long, I’m beginning to think you’re using me.”
I almost laughed, but it would have only confirmed that she was right. “Don’t start. You know how this works.”
“I do, and it seems like I’m the one doing all the giving and you’re doing all the taking. It’s my turn to take.” She walked to the bed and took a seat on the edge of the mattress. She ran one of her heels up and down her leg as if she were sanding her skin. “Like them?”
The heels must have been the gift I’d had Will send her. “I picked them out for you, didn’t I?” It was a pathetic lie…and a pathetic answer. But her smile told me it had satisfied her.
“You did, thank you.”
“You didn’t ask me here to talk about your shoes, and you know better than to call me just to service your pussy. If you have something to tell me, then say it.”
She reached down and rubbed her clit over her panties. “Randy closed on the land in Hull a few days ago.”
I looked at her feet. “Move your hand.”
“But I want to—”
“Move your fucking hand. You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”
She sighed. “Fine.”
I waited, hoping for more. Nothing came. “That’s it? That’s all you have to tell me?” I was losing my patience and trying not to make it so obvious, but I couldn’t stand seeing her in lingerie, or that I was even here, or that after all these goddamn years Hayden and I hadn’t been able to secure a different source.
“Well, no,” she said. “I’ve been looking at all the numbers and I ran a few more comps and I’m beginning to wonder if the land is actually worth what he paid. I mean, once the investors pulled out, I questioned it, but Randy knew I had a friend in banking and pushed hard for me to connect them.”
“Good deal or not, it shouldn’t affect you.”
“But it does.”
It all clicked into place then. If any part of me had wondered whether Tamra had ratted me out to Randy, I had just been reassured that she hadn’t.
“You’re not getting your commission, are you?”
She shook her head. “Turns out, it’s all happening off the books. I brokered the damn deal and I’m not getting shit! Can you believe that cheap fucking bastard wasn’t going to tell me? Probably planned to drag it out for as long as he could, then lie about the funds or something…like I haven’t been sucking the lenders dick and getting all the inside scoop.” Her eyes widened. “Sorry. I probably could have left that part out.”
I wasn�
�t focused on whose dick she was sucking; I was focused on the transferring of the money. Tamra’s commission must have been kicked back to the lender, which was how Randy would pay the extra points. He couldn’t afford to pay it any other way. Had he come to Timber Towers to gloat over his win, or to drool over mine? “So the deal is absolutely done?”
“The money was already wired and not one dime of it is coming to me. He even had the balls to ask me to look for more properties. He wants Boston, Back Bay—as close to your building as I can find.”
“What have you shown him?”
It looked like all the air had been sucked out of her body, wilted on that bed like a discarded balloon. “I haven’t looked. I needed a few days to cool off.” Her hand dropped to her thigh. “So now do you see why I’m not in such a giving mood?”
Randy had financially fucked her. I felt bad about that. Although she had never been loyal to him, she had worked as hard as she was capable of, and that had to count for something. “I get it,” I said.
“Will you get my mind off it, Derek? Come over here and make me feel better…”
I crossed my feet and leaned into the dresser. “Are you quitting your job?”
“I want to. He’s been acting so crazy lately, scrambling to buy anything he can get his hands on.” Her fingers paused at the edge of her panties. “I want you to hire me, Derek. I’ll give you a little head over lunch…my ass over dinner. We’d make such a good team.” She sounded excited about the arrangement.
My phone dinged from the front pocket of my flannel. I pulled it out and read the text from Hayden:
I got what we need, brother. He’s finished. FINISHED. Be at my place at 7:00 tonight.
Hayden practiced fact, not theory. She wouldn’t have sent it unless she was positive this new source was a strong one. It wasn’t time to celebrate; it was time to get the fuck out of this motel room. The disaster who was spread eagle across from me with her fingers on the verge of plunging into her cunt was no longer needed.