by Luke Steel
But all I manage is “Audrey—” right before she lifts herself up and shoves her nipple in my mouth. Oh, fuck. I knead and suckle, circling my tongue around the hard nipple and moving to the next. I press her gorgeous tits together and worship them with my tongue. She grips the sofa behind me with one hand, my dick with the other, and drops her ass.
Her pussy swallows me, and sensation sweeter than anything I’ve ever felt shoots through me. Goddam, she’s fucking wet. She lifts up and this time, I thrust up to meet her downstroke. She cries out, finally, and I hold on to her hips for dear life. She rolls forward and down, gaining speed. Her breasts bounce in front of me, and I can’t resist flicking my tongue over a nipple. She’s going to make me come if I don’t stop this.
So I grab her hips and lift her with a twist, and then lay her down on the long end of the sectional sofa. Her eyes go big, like she’s surprised to lose the upper hand.
My kisses start at the inside of her knee and move up her creamy thigh to the closely trimmed triangle at the top. My tongue darts between her folds, tasting. She’s as sweet as she was that night. The scent of her around me drives me wild. My fingers sink into her thighs as I spread them, making more room so I can sample the banquet before me. I thrust my tongue into her hungrily, curling up, tasting, devouring. But that’s not what’s going to get what I want from her. Flattening my tongue, I drag it up to her clit. I move one hand underneath her ass so I can press my thumb inside, pumping lightly.
I’ve imagined having her this way so many times. At my mercy. She’s so wet, her sweet scent all around me. All over me. I point my tongue and nudge away the little hood, feathering faint circles around the base of her clit. Every few strokes, I glide over the nub. I love the way her muscles jump, the mindless thrust of her hips when I hit a sweet spot.
Her fingers weave through my hair, and she presses my face into her pussy. I dip another long, slow stroke up from her slit to her clit, then settle into a steady circular pattern. As I caress, I feel the changes in her breathing, the clench and relax of her walls around my thumb inside her. Her arousal is so sexy. I want to be inside her again, but I force myself to wait. When her hips buck and her thighs quiver, I pull my tongue away.
She protests with a high-pitched sound and tries to pull my head closer. I shake her hand away, and she wraps a heel around my back.
Instead of giving her what she wants, I kiss her thighs again, marking them with her own scent.
“Do you like my mouth on you, Audrey?”
She hums a low agreement. Still hovering several inches away from her sex, I pull out my thumb and slide in two fingers.
“I can tell you like it. You’re wet for me, and those sounds you make are so sexy. I see what you want, but I’m not ready to give it to you yet.”
She pants, her hands gripping the sofa cushions.
My fingers sink into her, drawing my thumb over her clit. Her pink folds nestle around me, slick and warm. I press an open-mouthed kiss against her thigh and suckle as my fingers slide in and out. I add another, stretching and exploring, concentrating on the changes in her body. I’m hungry to know every quiver and moan, to read her desire like a book.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are, how sexy? I like seeing your pussy like this, spread out for me. I like touching you here—” My thumb grazes her clit and she moans. “—and here.” My fingers reach deep inside her again, curling against her upper wall in a torturously slow outward stroke.
Her hips arch off the cushion. I lay my cheek against the raised knee beside me that’s pressing against the back of the sofa. She lifts a hand again, reaching for my head.
“No, not yet,” I say. “I’m not done watching. With that hand, I want you to touch yourself.”
Her hand slides over her belly, and her fingertips tease out her clit. She moans.
“No, no. You’ll come if I allow that, and I’m not ready to let that happen.” I pull my slick fingers out of her and move her hand away. “Your breasts. Get a handful, show it to me. Ah, good.” Because she follows directions, I give her my fingers again. She lifts her hips to meet them. “You’ve got perfect breasts, Audrey, and delicious-looking nipples. Hold one for me, roll it between your fingers so that it feels good. Show me what feels good.”
My hand moves faster in her as she obeys again, tugging and caressing her deep pink nipple between her finger and thumb. Her head falls to the side.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her head thrashing to the other side. I suckle her leg gently.
She shoots up, twists both hands in my hair, and meets my eye. Then she shoves my head down and holds it there, her grip on my hair almost painful. I flick my tongue over her clit, leaving my fingers inside her. As my tongue swirls faster, I apply more pressure, and her rough grip on my hair becomes a caress. I change to searching vertical strokes until I find a spot that makes her fingers tighten again.
Her breathing becomes gasps. I find a rhythm, and I feel the change inside her instantly. My hand continues slow strokes, but my tongue dances over that spot mercilessly, pushing her toward the end. A few more strokes and then she comes, heels digging into the cushions, hips bucking against my mouth, fingers clenching in my hair.
With my mouth still fastened on her sex, I gaze over the plane of her stomach, through the valley between her breasts, at the glorious horizon that is her face in ecstasy. I lick her juices from my lips and turn my head to kiss her quivering flesh. Her panting slows, and she shoves my head away. I pull back, my eyes searching hers for meaning. Her pupils are wide, her face intense as she pushes herself up, grabs my cock, and pulls my head to hers. Her tongue thrusts deep into my mouth as her hand travels up and down my shaft, and then she captures my tongue to suck it gently in time to her hand’s strokes.
My dick pulses and swells at the lightest touch from her. I want to tell her again how sexy she is, how long I’ve wanted her. But she nips my bottom lip and flips around to press her face and shoulders against the sofa, one foot anchored on the floor and the other knee propping her ass up, offered to me like a present. That ass. I push her skirt out of the way to unwrap my gift and take a minute to appreciate it. I’d love to smack it, see the red print of my palm on her pale flesh, but I’m not sure if she’d like it. And I want her to love everything I do to her.
She doesn’t wait for me, reaching between her legs and slipping her own fingers into her pussy. I do spank her lightly for that, earning a squeak of surprise. I’m so turned on now I can’t wait. Can’t go slow. Can’t stop. With a growl, I grip her hip with one hand and myself with the other, nudging her entrance with the head of my cock. My balls draw up like a fist, ready to blow just looking at her like this. Then I rock into her, and can’t help the whispered oh god as she pushes back against me. Fuck. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone bareback, and it’s better than I remembered. Or maybe she’s just better. She finally moans too as I plunge into her again, jerking her back against me at the same time. Her pussy is taut but not uncomfortable, and my third stroke seats me fully inside her, every inch of my dick sheathed in her.
My control evaporates. Then I hold on and fuck her with everything I’ve got. I need more leverage, so I brace one foot on the floor and adjust my grip. With every pounding stroke, she makes this little grunting unh. Her sounds get breathy, then louder, then urgent. Pressure builds, begging for release, but I hold on tight. She’s not there yet, and I want one more from her.
Slowing the pace of my rhythm, I reach around to press upward under her stomach, urging her to her hands and knees, doggy style. The new angle of her hips lets the head of my dick skim over the upper wall where all those nerve endings lie, and her body responds eagerly to the new sensations. Fuck, I never imagined a woman could even be so wet. I find her clit again, my fingers luring the tricky bastard from its hiding place. With a feather touch, I circle it as I give her long, slow thrusts. Her ass and thighs tense, and her voice is raw, pleading, like she can see the finish line from here. I’
m close, too. I almost want to tell her how long I’ve wanted her, how good and right it feels to be inside her. But I clench my teeth together over those words and focus on getting her to the next climax. When her walls clench around me with the first spasm, my dick gives its last throb, and I jackhammer my hips against her ass with soft slaps as the grip of her orgasm finally pushes me over the edge. As my own climax grips me, I pull out just in time. Milky streams of my cum spurt onto her back and settle into a thick pool in the dip at the base of her spine. One rivulet starts to slip away, and I hastily remove my shirt to wipe her clean. I toss it to the side as Audrey straightens, and before she can get away, I capture her against me for a deep, satisfied kiss.
Good god, now what?
6
I poke at the bubbly cheese atop my lasagna at the cozy Italian restaurant on Main Street. Audrey cuts a huge, mushroom-stuffed ravioli into quarters, concentrating on her knife skills like she’s on a cooking show. We chew in silence.
When the last throes of bliss faded and we peeled our sweaty bodies apart, Audrey walked stiffly to the master bath with her panties in one hand. I hunted down my clothes and gathered hers. When she poked her head out, I was ready to hand them to her. She looked for a moment like she might speak, but she accepted the pile and ducked back inside. Once she replaced her torn blouse, which I have yet to actually apologize for, neither of us managed to say anything coherent for twenty full minutes. We avoided the sofa like it was covered in spines.
“Um, are you hungry?” I finally asked.
“Starving,” she says.
“I saw a couple places in town,” I suggested hesitantly.
“I’ll get my purse.”
“I’ll drive.”
And now we’re stuck here in this weirdly small u-shaped booth in a candle-lit corner of a romantic date spot, and I’ve got no idea what she wants from me. Or what I want. Sex with Audrey was fucking amazing. Hard and fast and mind-blowing. But now what?
“You know, I like the natural hickory on the floor.” Audrey plops a ravioli quarter in her mouth.
“Yeah. Looks good under all that natural light.”
We fall silent.
“Did you notice the custom iron work on the veranda?” I ask.
“Mmmhmm.”
When the waiter stops with water, we turn grateful eyes up to him. He’s oblivious to our desperation.
“So, you two look like you’re celebrating something special tonight. Don’t tell me, anniversary, right? I spotted it when you two came in.” He smiles like he thinks he’s done something cute. Fucker. “How about dessert? We’ve got a tiramisu for two that’s perfect for you.”
“No thanks. If you can just drop off some coffee, we’ll let you know when we’re ready for the check.” Audrey glances at me. “Or at least, I’d like coffee. Do you want some, Caleb?”
I nod, and we suffer through another silence as we wait for it.
Audrey blows over the surface of the black liquid and closes her eyes as she takes the first sip. I smile, remembering the time her coffee maker broke. She looked so miserable nursing the dingy mug full of weak Folgers from the break room that I ran down the street to the café and bought a huge cup of their strongest brew.
“Caleb, I just want to tell you I’m sorry,” she says with a sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to explain after the argument, I’m sorry you found out about the job that way, and I’m sorry I hurt you, or whatever you want to call it. I sent in a résumé on a whim, to dip my toe into job searching. Sort of like a practice round, because I didn’t really expect to get a call. And then I did, and…I don’t know. I was afraid to tell you, I guess, because I didn’t want to think about you wanting the job, and I didn’t want you to try to talk me out of it. I don’t know, I really needed to get out of there. I needed a change so badly.”
“I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me that before. I mean, we had lunch at least once a week, consulted about clients, and played on the damn softball team. It’s not like I was just some asshole you worked with. We were friends, or I thought we were. What could be so bad you had to get out of there, but so secret you wouldn’t mention it? Especially after I told you I was thinking about moving on?”
She lifts her cup and takes a slow sip, the stalling kind.
“I wasn’t …focused enough at our agency. I did well, but I felt like there were clients and deals I could have handled better if I’d been able to concentrate a little more. I was reaching a point where I needed a different environment in order to succeed professionally. You can’t have a bunch of distractions all the time and still get ahead. I needed space, you know?”
She looks up at me, then her eyes skitter back over to her coffee cup. The warm glow of the candles gilds her skin; she’s easily the most beautiful woman in here. But I’ve never noticed how vulnerable her glue-green eyes can be. Something rises in my chest. Hope, maybe.
I tuck a strand of unruly hair behind her ear and lean close.
“What was so distracting, Audrey?” I ask, my lips nearly brushing against her ear.
She doesn’t reply, staring into her cup. In the small booth, our legs touch. Her chest rises with a caught breath. I move my lips close to her ear and revel in the way her hand shakes. I affect her like she does me. Even as spent as I was after being with Audrey, my dick begins to lift its weary head.
“Tell me, Audrey. What bothered you so much you couldn’t work there anymore?”
“Fine. It was you. We were friends, and I wanted more, and I thought you didn’t. It drove me crazy working with you like that. Lunches. Consults. Just walking around a corner could make me lose my focus if you were there. I’d be talking to a client and lose my train of thought, always wondering if you were looking at me. I can’t work that way. Nobody can work that way. I had to get out of there or risk my career, for what? I had to get some space. It wasn’t the ideal way to go, but I thought I was protecting myself.
“And then at the Christmas party, it was clear you wanted me. Maybe for the first time since we met, suddenly you wanted more than friendship, at least for that night. But I’d already accepted the job. And here we are.”
As she talks, some of the tension leaves her. We’ve drawn closer without realizing it, leaning in to her intimate confession. I lace my fingers in hers on the table, my skin tingling at the touch.
“You think you were the only one who was distracted?” Knowing she wanted me all that time makes me resent time lost. I tug her hand off the table, under the tablecloth, and settle it over the bulge in my pants.
“You feel that? Every damn time you walked by my desk.” I leave her hand stroking the ridge of my erection while I unhook the waistband of my pants and unzip. Her face is eager, flushed. She scoots another centimeter toward me. “I’d sit there waiting for my hard-on to go down before I talked to you. At lunch, I’d think how much I’d rather be eating you, wondering what you tasted like, wondering if you were wet for me. Picturing your face as you came.”
My fingers guide hers down and up my shaft under the table, in the u-shaped booth, at the cozy restaurant full of oblivious people. She licks her lips as her fingertips lightly massage the sensitive place under the rim. I take her hand all the way down the shaft, loving the way our fingers feel on my cock together.
“Tell me some of your naughty thoughts, Audrey. Did you ever think about me at night, the way I did about you?”
She nods first, then flicks her eyes around us. Not even the waiter cares about us right now.
“One day—you went to the gym at lunch and came back in your running shorts. That was the first time I knew how”—she lowers her voice even further—“how big your dick was. I wanted you before then, but my fantasies got dirtier after that.”
I take her hand down over my balls, showing her how I like it.
“Yes, ah, yeah, like that. That feels good, Audrey. Tell me …” I take a moment to catch my breath as her hand works back up my shaft, squeezing my in soft puls
es. “Tell me you touched yourself and thought of me.”
In the candlelight her eyes spark as she starts to lose herself in the moment.
“Mmmm, oh yeah. I’ve had you every way you can imagine, Caleb. That first night when I finally got my mouth on you, I thought I was going to come just sucking you off.”
Holy shit, she upped the ante on that one. Unexpectedly.
“I never told you, but you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your body does things to me—no other woman has ever affected me the way you do just by being in the room. The other day, at Derek and Claire’s? I had a hard on for you the second I saw you. Even though I wanted to hate you, I couldn’t. Today killed me. Derek’s yelling in my ear about the damn property, but all I could think of was you.”
“Me too,” she admits. “I have another secret. While you were with your client and I was swimming? I fingered myself thinking of you. That’s why I missed my clients. That’s one reason I was so upset.”
“You naughty woman. I wanted to take you right there when you came in dripping wet.” I touch her thigh, watching her nose flare and pupils expand. My fingers inch her silky dress up. My fingers meet skin and brush over it with a feather touch. Audrey’s hand moves quicker, and I’m struggling to hold on to control.
“I wanted that, too.” She turns so her lips touch my ear. “And I’m dripping wet now.”
The waiter eyes us, as if he’s wondering whether to interrupt. My options: paint the underside of this table with my jizz or leave now and get her naked. No contest. I move her hand and zip up, and then I signal for our check.
Audrey looks crestfallen, but I pull her ear to my lips. “Now we’re going to get the check, and I’m going to take you to bed and do everything to you I’ve always wanted to. And I’m going to take my time. I’m going to taste every inch of you before I fuck you. And you’re going to say my name before I let you come.”