Mr. Buff

by Angel, April

  She licked her lips and took a slower sip of the second glass. The lights dimmed, and dance music pounded out of the overhead speakers. Apparently, Come Again was more a club than a bar, although the whips, chains, and cages that hung from the ceiling made her question what else went on there.

  Electricity shot through every nerve ending and pushed her to get on the floor and let loose. She resisted and remained seated. She loved dancing. Alex surveyed the couples on the small dance floor and swayed to the music in her seat.

  She glanced around the darkened space. A prickling sensation had her turning to look toward her left. Someone was watching her.

  Mr. Buff stood in a dark corner. When their stares collided, her temperature soared. He stared at her while he spoke to another man. God, he looked so big next to other men standing near him. He had to be well over six feet tall, and his dark hair was messy, as though he’d been running his fingers through it.

  Unlike the other men in the place, he looked completely casual; he had no suit. Black slacks hugged what she knew were long, super-toned legs. His white shirt was opened at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to show off powerful forearms.

  She tightened her hand around the cold, sweaty glass and sucked the rest of the drink down, never taking her eyes off him. The music changed to one of her favorite slow songs. She watched him excuse himself from the other man and prowl toward her. Her stomach churned. She became hyperaware of his body the closer he got. He looked delicious and sinful.

  Her breath faltered. She watched him continue walking until he crowded her. In a sensual trance, she gasped as he branched his arms to either side of her. He moved forward, snaked his arms behind her on the bar, and caged her in. Moisture pooled in her cunt, drenching her panties.

  A dangerous, giddy thrill raced up her spine. He brought his face down to within inches of hers. She had to tilt her head back, thrusting her breasts out, to look him in the eye. In this position, he dominated. At his mercy, her flesh sizzled.

  “Alexandra.”

  The hint of mint from his breath caressed her face, he was so close. Smooth and deep with a rough, sexy timber, his voice enhanced the arousal that swelled within her. Belatedly, she realized he hadn’t been drinking. She, on the other hand, had downed those babies like a fish out of water. Wait, did he just call her by her name? How did he know her name?

  “Um, hi.”

  “Dance?”

  She licked her dry lips and watched in fascination when his dark gaze zoomed in and latched on to her mouth. His nose flared, and his jaw clenched. The temperature in her body skyrocketed.

  Low flames licked at her veins and flooded her system. Screw waiting for Mr. Right, she wanted Mr. Buff, and by the look in his eyes, she guessed he wanted her too. Wolfish and dark, his scrutiny caressed her flesh, marking a trail of heat.

  “OK, but—”

  “Andrew.” He backed off enough to grab her hand and help her off the stool.

  Even in four-inch heels, she was a full head shorter than him. She allowed him to lead her to the very edge of the dance floor. He twirled her into his arms. The liquor rushed through her, and she almost lost her balance.

  He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into his arms. His hands felt big. Fuck being good, she wanted to be bad, really bad, with him. Eyes closed, she allowed the music to drift in through her pores and settle at her core.

  “Alexandra?”

  “Hmm?” His body was driving her crazy; he felt so good. He held her tightly with his strong palms and rested his fingers just above the curve of her ass. Rubbing against her belly, the thick length of his erection made her pussy clench.

  “Are you still seeing that man?”

  She swayed into him. His body heat engulfed her. He trailed a hand up and down her spine, giving her goose bumps. In turn, she moved her hands up to his shoulders.

  Tipping her head back, he cupped her jaw with his other hand.

  “God, no. He was an ass.”

  In slow, deliberate intimacy, he nibbled the corner of her mouth. Then he deftly moved his lips to the shell of her ear. He licked around the contours of her ear until landing in the sensitive spot right behind her lobe. She shuddered in arousal. Smooth and unhurried, he led her away from the dance floor and into one of the dark cubicles, their feet still moving to the tune of the music. The last notes of the song drifted off right when they stopped swaying. She opened her eyes to almost total darkness.

  The dim lighting on the edges of the cubicle floor provided a soft glow. He took a step back and pulled her further in with him. The slide and click of the glass door indicated they were, at least partially, out of sight. He stood and watched her. Was he waiting for her permission to continue? Warmth spread through her at the thought.

  Maybe she was in over her head, but she’d been dying to get her hands on him. This was her chance to explore. She tunneled her fingers through his thick dark hair, gripping and releasing the strands, loving the silky texture. She took the final step to close the gap between them.

  His voice was deep and hoarse. “I’ve wanted to get a taste of you since the first moment I saw your luscious, sexy body.”

  She grabbed his hair harder and pulled his head down. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Chapter Four

  His lips clashed with hers. Firm and commanding, he guided their movements with precision and ease, always in control. The aggressive side of her growled in approval. Finally, a man who would overpower her dominant urges.

  He licked at the seam of her lips. When she didn’t open her mouth, he grunted and nipped at her lower lip. She moaned at the perfect torture. He devoured and plundered the depths of her mouth with his tongue. Whimpers escaped the back of her throat while she rubbed her body against him.

  “Fuck. Alexandra, you’re so hot.” Moving his hands down, he squeezed her breasts through the clingy material of her wrap-style dress. He spread the neckline enough to bare her satin-covered tits for his perusal. Without wasting time, he peeled down the satin and latched on to one of her swollen nipples.

  “Oh yes. Andrew—yes, yes, more.” The order came out a strangled moan when he bit down and sucked on one tip while rolling and pinching the other.

  Her soaked panties were starting to feel uncomfortable. She shoved her chest forward into his face. Stepping back, he toppled into a large, cushioned black chair. He pulled her down to straddle him while he continued to lick and suck at her heavy breasts. Arousal gathered and swelled inside her. She rocked her hips over his erection and whimpered when it rubbed against her swollen clit. Nails digging into his muscular arms, she watched while he continued to curl his tongue over her nipples until all she could think of was pulling him out of his pants and riding him.

  “I need—oh, my God—Andrew, I need—”

  She was impatient. Her hands grasped and tugged at him.

  Pulling her hands from his shoulders, he held them behind her back in a tight grip. “Look at me.”

  She whimpered at the impact his tone had on her.

  “Do you want to come?”

  The powerful question was so soft she almost didn’t hear it over the blaring of the music.

  “Yes. Fuck, yes.” Her breath reeled.

  “Then you’re going to do what I tell you or you won’t get anything else from me.”

  Moaning, she nodded in agreement.

  “I want to taste your pussy. Lick your cream and roll my tongue around your clit. Now, stand up.”

  Her legs almost buckled. She kept her hands to her sides. He stood and pointed her toward the chair.

  “Sit down.”

  She did what she was told.

  “Good girl. Place your legs over each of the armrests.”

  She immediately lifted both legs and draped them over the armrests, leaving her wide open.

  “Yes, just like that.” Approval sounded in his voice.

  She glanced toward the glass panel. Were others able to see them? She had a crystal-clear
view of the people dancing and walking around.

  “No, don’t look at the door. They can’t see you. The glass is reflective. Lift your dress and display your wet pussy for me.”

  She pulled the material up her legs until it pooled around her waist.

  “Good. Now place your hands on the back of the chair and don’t move them from there.”

  She reached for and grabbed the upper back of the chair behind her neck.

  On his knees in front of her, he trailed his fingers up her thighs, making her shiver. Then he continued his journey until he was fingering her wet cunt over her panties. She threw her head back and moaned. He curled his fingers around the bit of lace and tugged. The fabric came off with a soft tear. Cool air kissed her heated flesh as she sat on display for his view.

  “Fuck, but you’re beautiful.”

  Captivated and so aroused she could come at any moment, she watched his dark head dip into the V of her thighs. His breath fanned over her feverish skin. Her heart stopped when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked down on her, hard.

  She jerked in the seat, a scream rolling out of its own volition. “Oh, my God!”

  His wicked, raspy tongue twirled and massaged her until she was panting. He parted and penetrated the entrance to her pussy with two fingers, pumping in and out of her in short, fast thrusts. Her hips rolled, and she attempted to ride his hand, pushing her sex closer to his tongue. His flat tongue lapped at the juices dripping from her cunt.

  She cursed and gripped the back of the chair as her climax rammed right into her. He lashed at her clit while his fingers curled and tickled her G-spot. A scream bubbled and rushed up her throat, past her lips, until his name shot out of her mouth when she came. Her pussy compressed tight around his fingers. The mind-numbing pleasure crested, and he continued to thrust in and out, drawing out her enjoyment. Aftershocks hit her, one after another, while she tried to catch her breath.

  Opening her eyes, she caught him sitting back on his heels, staring at her intently. His face was a mask of control. The unspoken question hung between them. There was no way in hell she wasn’t going to get the full package now.

  “Give me a condom.” Hand out, she waited while he looked over her face, searching for what, she didn’t know. Something must have satisfied him, because he pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it over.

  “Now, Andrew. Do you want to come?” Her voice was soft, playful.

  He lifted his brows and twisted his lips into a quirk, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

  “Because if you do, then you’re going to have to stand up and let me get a look at that impressive cock I know you have there.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “What can I do to please you?”

  Chapter Five

  Arousal surged and roared in his ears, pushing him to make the dreams he’d been unable to suppress or ignore with the sexy siren finally come true. Unquestionably, she—petite dragon that she was—was used to taking control, and satisfaction consumed him when she showed submission.

  “Alexandra.” He waited until she looked up at him. Eyes glazed, skin flushed with lust, she was pure temptation. “You don’t have to do this.” The words needed to be said; he wanted trust between them. More than anything, he wanted her to want to do this.

  “What can I do to pleasure you, Andrew? I’m yours to command.”

  Determined to keep control, he glanced back at her eyes. Their gazes locked. Her tongue darted out and licked her full lips, wetting and leaving a glossy sheen on them, enticing him more. She smiled when she zoomed her eyes on his tented pants.

  His erection jerked in his slacks. “Unbuckle my pants and unzip me.”

  Leaping to do his bidding, she unbuckled his pants, drew down the zipper, and then lifted her eyes back to his face, waiting. His breaths came out in short, harsh puffs. When he looked down, all he saw was her face filled with eager anticipation.

  “Pull my dick out of my pants and blow my cock until I tell you to stop.” He watched her reaction to his crude words.

  Immediately she tugged down his pants, and a small whimper left her lips.

  He drove his hands into her hair. He held the long strands and pulled them away from her face. He wanted a clear view of her actions. He focused on her small hands caressing his stiff length. She trailed her soft fingers along the vein on the underside up to the purple head. She slid her thumb up to the slit and rubbed a bead of precum over the crown. She grabbed his cock in a firm hold and lowered her head down to his scrotum. She brushed her tongue over his balls in long, light, wide sweeps, making her way up his entire shaft.

  He grunted, enjoying each silky touch. He watched as she rolled her tongue around his aching cock. He flexed and tightened his fingers in her hair.

  He pushed the head of his dick toward the entrance of her mouth. “Suck.”

  Her smile—small, mischievous, flirty—made his heart race as she glanced up at him. She opened wide and took his length into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft when she pulled back.

  He moaned. His hips thrust his cock against her lips, pushing further into her hot, wet cavern.

  Mesmerized, he watched her head bob and lubricate his cock, her hand jerking firmly at the base. With her other hand, she tweaked and pulled one nipple and then the other, increasing her pleasure. He groaned at the suction of her lips around him, the feel so tight, as though he were wrapped in warm silk.

  “Take me deeper. All the way in.” His voice was deep and hoarse, and his order was further than he had intended it to be.

  For a moment, she appeared undecided. He was big, and he knew it. Had he pushed her too far too soon? Determination lined her features, and her throat relaxed around him. She moved forward slowly, her eyes never straying from his. She slid him further and deeper into her mouth and down her throat until her lips were an inch from his balls.

  Sharp breaths tore from his chest in ragged pants. She pulled back and did it again and again. Each stroke of her lips increased in speed until the tingle in his spine started to expand. He was going to come down her throat if he didn’t stop her.

  “Sweetheart, stop.”

  She ceased midsuck and peered up at him. A small frown marred her brows.

  “I want to shove my dick into your wet cunt and fuck your pussy now.” The frantic beating of his heart filled his ears.

  He pressed his lips together while watching her leisurely pull him out of her mouth. She ran her tongue in circles over his throbbing vein. Once he was out, she picked up the condom packet, tore it open with her teeth, and smiled. She placed it on the head of his cock and rolled it over him.

  His breath hissed out as she squeezed him lightly in the process. “Get on your knees on the chair.”

  Facing the chair’s back cushion, she kneeled with legs open and leaned forward. With the press of a button he helped the chair’s curved back dip, turning it into a lounger. She braced her arms on the back and gripped the edge. Ass high in the air, she bent so low her nipples grazed the soft leather cover.

  “Perfect. So fucking perfect. Don’t let go, and don’t move.” Standing directly behind her, he smoothed a hand down the curve of her spine, and she shivered under his touch.

  After he flipped the skirt of her dress to her waist, he continued his exploration. Blood roared in his ears when she whimpered.

  He squeezed her ass cheeks, dipped a finger down the crack, and lightly traced the dark anal entrance. Her breaths turned to full-blown pants, and she pushed into his finger.

  Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, he worked his way in slow and easy. She stretched her muscles to allow him access. He gripped her hips to keep from coming.

  The little dragon ignored his command and propelled back into him. Her pussy swallowed him whole in one fist-tight slide.

  “Oh, God!” Filled with awe and total pleasure, her moan was music to his ears.

  Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head bac
k, not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. “I told you not to move. Just for that, I’m going to have to punish you.” He held on to his tenuous control.

  “Yes, yes. Please, Andrew, punish me. Fuck me, please.”

  He rammed her with his cock, pulling out and roughly thrusting back in, her moans and screams urging him on.

  Still, she disobeyed. She pressed back on each of his thrusts while his balls slapped against her pussy lips. He was going to have to spank her later, teach her who was in charge. He ground his hips against her ass. The savage beast within him broke loose. Control thrown out the window, he fucked her with so much force he worried she was being hurt. Instead of cries of pain, all he heard were her broken pants for more, increasing his drive to give it to her.

  “Oh yes, yes, yes.” Her chants grew louder; his thrusts increased in tempo with her pants.

  He pounded hard, his pleasure increasing with each ram of his cock into her cunt. The sound of skin slapping skin, her moans, and his grunts filled the small space.

  She tilted her hips and pushed her ass into his pelvis. Like a vise, she squeezed her pussy around him while she came. She screamed his name in pleasure. Her vaginal walls quivered and pushed him over the edge into his own explosive climax. A satisfied growl erupted from his throat. His hold on her hair and hip tightened as he jerked and came, her pussy milking him deep.

  Draped over the chair with her hair in complete disarray, she panted, trying to catch her breath. He pulled out of her, disposed of the condom in a discreet trash bin, and fixed his pants.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the chair, fixed her dress, and sat back down with her in his lap. She turned her head and leaned into the curve of his shoulder. The blare of the music surrounded them. She snuggled closer into him.

  When someone knocked on the panel, she jerked up in his arms. Turning her head toward the glass, she squeaked. On the other side of the sliding door, a woman waited for someone to let her in. She didn’t try to peer in, but she must’ve known they were in there because she wasn’t budging.