by Eva Luxe
“Ah, fuck, baby,” I moaned. I just wanted to tip my head back, or grab her shoulders, or something, but I kept playing the drums. I struck up a beat, and she started bobbing her head to it, creating a rhythm that was going to kill me. It was like she was pulling the cum up, sucking it up from my thighs and legs, along with the drumbeat.
She dipped her head to push her tongue down onto my balls. She didn’t have total access with my pants still mostly on, but she licked and squeezed the top side of them while my cock rubbed against her face.
Then her mouth came over me again, so fucking hot and wet, and I tried to keep playing, but the sticks hit the floor as I thrust into her mouth. “Yeah, take it, baby,” I moaned, grabbing her shoulders. “Suck it. Fuck yeah.”
Little moans were coming out of her mouth and vibrating against my cock. I was on a razor’s edge of pleasure, every touch and vibration a cut of ecstasy, and finally I came into her mouth, spurting down her throat, and overflowing down her chin and onto her neck and chest. She kept sucking until I was done, then let me collapse onto her. We both fell onto the floor.
I turned over so that she was on top of me—I’m a pretty big guy and she’s kind of petite. “You are amazing,” I said. Not super poetic, but I was still after-shocking from the best orgasm I had ever had. “Most women won’t do that.”
She laughed. “I like cock,” she said simply. “I love to suck it, and most guys don’t let me.” She met my eyes and wiped the cum off her chin.
“They. Are. Idiots,” I said fervently.
“Agreed.” She lifted her head and reached over, and when she drew her head back, I saw that she had one of the drumsticks. “I just love a big, thick cock, thrusting down my throat.”
She closed her mouth over the drumstick and began to suck it. It wasn’t as thick as I was, but her eyes closed in ecstasy. The drumstick was braced next to my face, and it was like she was sucking another guy while she was lying on top of me. It was a fucking hot image, but I grasped her hips under the pink sundress. No fucking way was anyone else getting that mouth on him. Only me.
She started grinding against my bulge, which had slipped back under my underwear.
“Careful!” I hissed. “Pretty sensitive at the moment.”
“Oh, poor baby,” she mocked. She rolled off me, took the drumstick, and inserted it into her pussy, thick end first. “Yeah, there it is.” She arched her back and moaned. Then she withdrew it and ran it up and down her clit, before plunging it back into herself.
“Why don’t you suck my tits?” she suggested.
I was twenty-six years old, in great shape, totally self-confident, and I could not keep up with this girl. I rolled over and pulled her sundress down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. God it tasted good, and I don’t even know how it was possible, but I was totally hard again.
I turned my head slightly so I could still suck her while I watched her. I’d kick the ass of any guy who tried to fuck her, but watching her turn herself on with a drumstick in her pussy while I acted like her fucking sex slave was incredibly hot. When she moved her hand down there to play with her clit, I almost exploded.
I sucked her while she played with herself and fucked herself with the drumstick, and it only took her a few minutes to come. I crawled over her, wanting to fuck her again, because I was bigger than that fucking toy, and I wanted her.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered in her ear, trying to nudge her knees apart. “Let me in.”
She kissed my cheek and grinned. “No, I don’t think so. I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”
How the fuck was her denial of me, her teasing and refusing me, even more arousing? How did it get me hotter than I already was?
No idea, but I stood up and let her into the kitchen where I’d stashed the food and wine. And if she thought she held all the power in this relationship, she had another thing coming.
Chapter 9 – Chrissy
If I thought I could take back control of this relationship through some well-timed oral sex, Adam showed me different. I was kind of baffled— it had always worked before. A guy gets too demanding, too needy, too…I don’t know, pushy, and all I had to do was remind him that if he wanted some occasional mind-blowing orgasms, he’d remember who was in charge.
Adam was secure enough to let me take the lead, but he was proud enough that he insisted on calling the shots sometimes too. He wasn’t a control freak—he trusted me. That was a great feeling, because I’d never wanted or needed that from a man before. But he demanded that I trust him too—and that was a little harder, because with the single exception of my brother Jack, no man I’d ever met had proved that he could be trusted.
But Adam was Jack’s best friend for a reason, and in matters of character and rock-solid dependability, they were very much alike.
I could trust him.
So, once we’d eaten, and I knew he was still hella horny, he stood up and said, “Let me show you something.”
He took my hand and led me through a short hallway with shelves on either side. It ended in a doorway, and he pulled me through it. It led to a small suite—a bedroom with four twin beds, unmade and dusty, and a bathroom and not much else.
“These were the servants’ quarters when this was first built,” he explained. “The kitchen maids slept here, so that they could get up very early without disturbing anyone else. By the time the family got up, they’d have breakfast ready, coffee or hot tea, and have started anything they needed for lunch or dinner. They were very smart and strong, and very, very obedient.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Obedient? They must’ve hated that.”
“Probably.” He nodded slowly and stepped toward me.
“So…” I said, “if this were your house, I’d have to obey you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Hmmm…” I pressed against him. “And what kinds of things would you make me do?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured. “But if the master of the house crawled into bed with you in the middle of the night, you couldn’t do much about it.”
“I’d probably be irritated that I was losing sleep!”
He laughed. “But I’m the master, so you have to do what I say.”
“Okay, master.” I rolled my eyes to show him how seriously I wasn’t taking all this.
“Very nice.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Take off your dress.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, take off your dress. You’re the servant, aren’t you?”
If I hadn’t seen the mischievous gleam in his eye, I might have resisted more. Or given him a right hook across his jaw—Jack taught me how to defend myself. But, well…I had just blue-balled him in the music room. And if the tentpole in the front of his trousers was any indication, he was still feeling it.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I started undoing the buttons down the front of my sundress. Soon I stood before him in the underwear I’d put on specifically for him—c rotchless black lace panties, black lacy bra with the nipples cut out, and my high-heeled sandals.
“Good girl,” Adam murmured.
I loved looking sexy, and in my trashy lingerie with my heels on, I knew I did. Most college boys would have been coming against my leg by now, but Adam just stood looking down at me. I wished I could read his expression—I was hoping the intensity of it meant that he wanted me, but honestly, I couldn’t tell.
“What would you like me to do now, sir?” I prompted him.
He reached out a hand and stroked my face. I wasn’t expecting it, and it was so tender that I closed my eyes and turned my face into his hand. He paused, then continued his caress down my throat and shoulder, then down to my breast and exposed nipple. He touched it gently, then bent his head and kissed it, and finally took it lightly into his mouth.
He sucked on it, then flicked it with his tongue, then sucked some more, never putting too much pressure on it. His big hands stroked down my sides and hips and then back up again. I rested my
hands on his shoulders, but soon I was digging my fingers into the muscles.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Suck me harder.”
He didn’t look up or change pace. “That’s not how you ask for things.” His tongue flicked out across my nipple again. “Especially not from your boss.”
I swallowed. “Please sir,” I said as humbly as I could, “would you please suck me harder?”
“Good girl,” he murmured. He sucked me harder and I arched my back, pressing my tits into his face. Then he backed away a step, leaving me without any sucking at all. I started to pout, but then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants and briefs fall to the floor.
“Come here,” he growled. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His erection poked against my pussy, and with a few adjustments he slid his cock into me. I gasped. I started to ride him, to get that hot hard cock deeper, and he started to thrust. He put his hands on my ass and bent to take a tit in his mouth again, and sucked hard. I cried out and rode him harder as I came.
There was no better feeling in the world than having Adam’s cock inside me. He thrust several more times and came also, and we collapsed onto each other, still standing in the middle of the servants’ quarters.
“Why—” I panted “—why didn’t we use the beds?”
“Too dirty,” he murmured against my neck. He placed a kiss on the curve between my neck and shoulder. “Can’t make love to a goddess on a dirty bed.”
I laughed weakly. “But you can treat her like a servant? Okay.” But I loved that he said things like that. I loved that he found me beautiful and desirable. I loved that he said “make love,” like he was recording it for a romance novel.
“Want me to get down?” I offered. “Though I warn you, I’m not entirely sure I can stand.”
“I’ll catch you,” he said. He lowered me down his body until my feet touched the floor.
I was still shaky, but I could stand. “May I put my dress back on…sir?” I said mischievously.
He pulled up his pants and began buckling his belt. “Yes, but leave it unbuttoned.”
“Okay,” I said, “but you have to unbutton your shirt. If you can see my chest, it’s only fair that I get to see yours.”
“You’re not every good at this obedience thing,” he mused, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Maybe I just need more practice.”
He gave me a hot look, and I had a feeling we’d be practicing that one again soon. I was willing to play, but turnabout was fair play too. We’d be practicing both versions of that little game.
“Tell me about your work with animals,” he said, taking my hand.
“Really? You want to know about my classes and stuff?”
“That would be fine,” he said. “But why veterinary medicine? You must have a reason that you love animals so much. Tell me about that.”
We walked around the rest of the mansion while I told him of my interest in science, and my affection for animals. I told him about how my father didn’t think it was very suitable—not because he was sexist, but because it wasn’t business or law, and Jack had already let him down by not going into the family business.
“And I get the appeal of building something, of putting a project together and making sure all the pieces of it work like they should,” I said earnestly. “I really do. But animals need people who have compassion, because they can’t speak for themselves, and they need people to be kind and competent─”
Out of nowhere, he picked me up and held me in his arms. He kissed me hard, then walked up the enormous sweeping staircase with me clinging onto his neck for dear life.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I murmured.
“Can’t help it.” He shrugged. “This staircase demands that the man sweep the woman into his arms and carry her up it. I don’t make the rules!”
I laughed as he put me down at the top of the steps.
“Besides,” he said, tilting my chin up, “you are so adorable. The way you were talking about animals, you get so excited, and it’s so cute. I just wanted to scoop you up.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Was I talking too much? Jack says—”
He rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. You were adorable. Maybe Jack doesn’t find you as cute as I do.”
“I doubt it!”
“Let’s finish looking through these bedrooms and get out of here, okay?” He took my hand again and started to walk down the hall.
“Yeah, okay. Are you like this at the office?”
He glanced back at me. “Like what?”
“Fun, adventurous, sweet, romantic…”
I was surprised to see him blush. He shook his head. “Of course not. That’s work. This is reality.”
“So this is the real you then?” I thought about that for a minute. A car door slammed in the distance and Adam looked up—I think he was relieved by the interruption. “Yeah, that makes sense. You have to be all serious and adulty at work, especially with my father around, right? But with me, you don’t. I can only conclude that Mansion Adam is the real Adam, and Businessman Office Adam is the fake.”
“Can’t they both be me?” He opened a door and glanced around an empty bedroom suite.
“They could,” I agreed. “But I’m betting I know which one is the real Adam Gardner.”
Chapter 10 – Adam
I strode into work Monday morning feeling a lot better about the mansion project than I had on Friday morning. For obvious reasons, I was now pretty fond of the old place, but it would only take a few renovations to make it the kind of glamorous representative showcase. The more I thought of it, the more I thought that I could probably do the renovations myself, maybe on the weekends or slow afternoons. Maybe Chrissy could join me…
Then again, it wasn’t mine, so maybe I just needed to let the company do what it was going to do. It wasn’t ultimately up to me, even if Gary had made it my project. Once I got some rehabbing done, I would probably have to turn it over to Bianca for marketing—that was an area I had nothing to do with. That would probably be okay—she was a horrible person, but I had no reason to think she wasn’t good at her job. I doubted that Gary would hire someone who didn’t cut the muster, even if she was hot.
I settled into my desk and started making calls: contractors, decorators, historical restorers, plumbers (I shuddered to think what hundred-year-old plumbing was like), exterminators, site managers. I called the caterer we kept on retainer and asked her to work up a preliminary wish list that she could use when she consulted with the contractor about modernizing the kitchen. My vision for the old place was to keep everything as historically authentic as possible, but to update everything that could be made modern and convenient, from convection ovens to WiFi.
“My, you’re a hard working boy.”
I glanced up, irritated at the interruption. Bianca stood in my office doorway, leaning artfully against the door jamb so that I got a glimpse into her v-neck blouse. Had she always been so obvious? Maybe I’d just been young and blinded with sex. Chrissy showed off her body sometimes too, but I always felt like it was more of a free-spirit thing, not a control-you-with-sex thing.
Being around Chrissy didn’t only make me horny, it made me happy. I could never have said that about Bianca. Sex had been intense with her, but it hadn’t been…fuck, I don’t know. Joyful.
“Yeah, that’s why they pay me the big bucks,” I said wryly. “So, I went out to inspect that mansion on Friday.”
She raised an eyebrow and gave me knowing look. “Oh, did you?”
“Um, yeah.” Hadn’t I just said that? I shook my head. Whatever.
“Did you have a good time?”
As a matter of fact, I’d had one of the best times of my entire life. “Yeah, it was great. You should check it out, because it’s going to be a huge asset for us. I’m working up the restoration budget right now.”
“Oh, I checked it out.” She still had that eyebrow raised. “It’s a very… exciting… set
ting.”
“Anyway…” I gave her a puzzled look. “It’s not our usual thing, but it could bring a lot of positive attention to the company. We might even want to look at some rebranding that incorporates it, but I’ll leave that to you.”
“Oh, thanks, Adam,” she said sarcastically. “I really appreciate your permission to do my job.”
I rolled my eyes. “Give it a rest, Bianca. That’s not what I meant.”
“Whatever,” she said. “I’m working on a marketing plan for it. Maybe we can present it at the staff meeting on Wednesday.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Oh I know.” She smirked. “You’re always ready, aren’t you, Adam?”
There was an undercurrent in this conversation I didn’t understand, like everything she said had double meanings. But I could only answer the question I heard, so I looked her hard in the eye and said, “I’m always ready for the things I care about, Bianca. I don’t have a hell of a lot of time for the rest.”
“You might consider making some time,” she said. “In fact, it’d be a good idea to make some time for me tonight. I’m busy right now, but we need to meet for dinner to discuss the future of this project.”
I glared at her. I had plans to see Chrissy tonight.
“Don’t worry.” She smirked again, and I had to clench my fists to keep from knocking that bitchy smirk off her face. “Gary lets me carry the company credit card. I’ll buy. Wear something… professional.”
And off she sashayed. Chrissy would never sashay…she was too real. But it did look like I would have to have dinner with Bianca, which I had sworn I’d never do again. It was hard to eat in her presence, since she made me sick to my stomach.
It was about time for my lunch break, and regretfully I pulled out my cell to call Chrissy. She was understanding, but I wasn’t kidding when I told her that I’d rather spend the time with her. It was hard to imagine I’d ever wanted to spend time with Bianca, much less the rest of my life. Thank God I’d gotten out of that before it was too late!