by Lane,Lena
She threw her head back and gripped the sides of the chair for dear life as her body became so taut, she shook from the tension. And all he used was his mouth, his lips, and his very talented tongue. Sarah wanted to run her hands through his hair, pull him closer to her but she couldn’t let go of the chair arms, her body was so tense she couldn’t move. It wouldn’t be long before she fell into bliss. “Fuck,” she said, completely oblivious she’d even spoken the word. So close, so close! She lifted her hips, rubbing herself against his mouth. “Holy shit, fuck, yes!” The words were hissed just as she climaxed. “Fuck, yes!” She hissed again, even as she squirmed under his ministration, her head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed tightly. Still, he didn’t ease up until she pulled away. “Mercy, please,” she sighed, out of breath.
Languidly, he leaned back to sit on his heels and rested his hands on her knees. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in passion.”
Surprised, she opened her eyes to look at him. At any other time, she might have blushed, but right now, she didn’t give a damn about being watched as she climaxed. “And you have a very talented tongue.” She sighed deeply as she saw him grin again, his blue eyes crinkling with satisfaction and the corner of his mouth raised with just a hint of male pride.
Standing up, he extended his hands to her, offering to help her up. This was a good thing, since her legs were so wobbly and weak, she didn’t think she could stand on her own. She leaned into him for support and he pulled her close, kissing her again. Sarah could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue, as he invaded her mouth, and it lit her passion anew.
Still kissing her, he led her to the slider leading into the kitchen, where he struggled to open it, so distracted he was with her. They both stumbled inside, kissing, touching, and groping each other. He fell backward onto the couch, pulling her on top of him. Perfectly positioned, she straddled him and sat down, taking him deep within her. They both groaned aloud.
Sarah held onto his shoulders and then leaned back, feeling him inside, deep and hard, his hands caressing her back as she rode him. She set the pace, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes she stopped altogether, just long enough to squeeze him inside her. She loved the feeling of fullness; he was so damn big and hard.
Scott pulled her closer to him so he could nibble at her nipples. They were so sensitive, she felt the sensations all the way down to her core. She undulated above him, bringing them both pleasure. “Fuck, yes, yes, fuck yes.” The words were hissed through clenched teeth and became a mantra as her body convulsed around his. She threw her head back and trusted him to hold her as her climax washed over her, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Sated, she collapsed onto him, but he wasn’t done just yet. Holding her hips, he pounded into her, growling and grunting, the primal animalistic sounds making her smile. She wanted to watch him, so she pulled back just enough to see his expression as he continued to hammer into her from below, each hit causing aftershocks of her orgasm, another delicious wave of pleasure. His eyes were heavy with satisfaction, and it wasn’t long before he was claiming his own release, closing his eyes altogether.
Sarah loved that look of pure ecstasy on his face and wondered if her own expression mirrored his. Slowly, she leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips, holding his face between her palms, loving the feel of him within her, even if his body was already returning to a normal state. Rather than getting up, she laid her head on his shoulder and just stayed there for another minute, enjoying the touch of his arms around her lower back.
Sighing with regret, she mumbled into his neck, “I’m going to the bathroom to make myself presentable again.” Sarah stood but instead of heading for the bathroom, she went outside to grab their clothing. When she returned, he was still there, sitting on the leather couch with his arms resting on the back of it, wearing nothing but his socks and a relaxed smile. She could feel his eyes on her as she dropped the clothes beside him. For some reason, he made her feel beautiful. Had it been anyone else, she’d probably feel embarrassed and self-conscious but not with him. She could still feel his eyes on her as she walked away from him, heading for the bathroom.
The reflection in the mirror was something to behold. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess. She brushed her fingers through the waves, trying to tame them into some semblance of order, but eventually, she just shrugged it off as a lost cause.
“Come upstairs and shower with me,” Scott said through the closed bathroom door, startling her.
Sarah hesitated. Just thinking about a shower with him was enough to excite her again and her nipples hardened in expectation. Her crotch still tingled from the sex but already she wanted more. She was becoming a wanton addict, craving her next encounter. Screw it, she thought as she opened the door. If she was going to be bad, and hell if she hadn’t already started, she might as well be bad to the fullest.
She opened the door and stood in the doorway completely naked, one hand on the doorknob, another on her hip. Sarah told him in a firm tone, “I would like the record to show that my behavior in your presence is not my norm.” Far from it. But he was perfection. His body was sculptured flawlessly, the male T shape was all solid muscle, broad shoulders, lean hips, tawny skin. Gorgeous sky-blue eyes that smiled even when his lips didn’t. Besides his physical form, he made her feel sexy. His gaze followed her, and in them, she saw a raw hunger she’d never seen before. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“I know that,” Scott replied quickly, his eyes sparkling with mirth, though to his credit, he was not smiling.
“I have never had sex in a client’s house,” she continued. “Hell, I’ve never had sex with another real estate agent.” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand.
“It never crossed my mind.” He shook his head to dismiss her denial.
“Scott,” she said earnestly, “I can’t keep having sex with you.”
“Of course not,” he smiled indulgently, but a second later, he asked, “why not?”
Sarah threw her hands in the air. “Because we are professionals, currently engaged in a business deal.” She walked around him and headed to the stairs, leading the way up. “Because if my clients make an offer on this property, a sexual relationship between us is completely out of the question and unethical,” she said. She climbed the steps, knowing he was right behind her, probably staring at her butt.
“Would it be acceptable for my sister to handle the transaction,” he said as they reached the landing, “if your buyers make an offer?”
Looking at him, she thought it over. If his sister handled the transaction, there would be no conflict of interest between them. Sarah couldn’t think of any reason why it wouldn’t be acceptable, though if truth be told, she wasn’t thinking clearly about anything at the moment. “I guess,” she said. She then turned around and headed down the hallway to the master bedroom.
The first time she’d been here, she hadn’t had the time to take in the room, being otherwise occupied. She blushed at the memory. And when she’d come to turn the lights off, she hadn’t bothered to look, she’d had a job to do and had been focused on leaving. Now, she took the time to appreciate how the room was set up. The en-suite had a large whirlpool tub with more than enough space for two and a separate shower. The shower was also large enough for two, maybe three, with multiple body jets and a handheld with various settings. The whole bathroom was luxurious. It even had a heated vent and heated floor tiles.
“Wow,” Sarah said in awe. “Can I buy this place?”
With a hint of humor, he said, “Of course.”
While she continued to look around at the long counter with the double sinks, he turned on the shower. When the water was just right, he pulled her in and held her so she wouldn’t fall. She sighed as the warm water hit her skin, the multiple jets a phenomenal experience. There was neither shampoo nor conditioner, but there was a built-in dispenser already filled with soap. Scott pumped some out and began to rub i
t over her shoulders. The lathering lulled her, and Sarah simply stood there and watched him as he continued to wash her, his assiduity soothing.
Despite the colorful fantasies she’d had downstairs, there was nothing sexual about this shower. Respectfully, almost adoringly, he went through the motions. Scott washed her torso, her breasts and abdomen, then her legs and feet. He positioned her in front of the jets so the soap could be washed away while he worked on her back. The whole thing would have been PG-rated, if not for the fact that they were both naked.
That was until he began to wash her butt. It began with a gentle scrub but ended with a squeeze and a pinch. “Ouch,” Sarah said with a laugh. From behind, he stroked around her hip to her front and began to scrub there, gentle fingers probing her core, sliding along her lips and clitoris. The sensation made her jump a bit; she was still very sensitive. She leaned back, into him, as he continued, rubbing and caressing. What he was doing could no longer be considered cleaning and her breathing was beginning to get ragged. “You know, if you keep doing that, I’m going to explode again.”
“That’s the idea,” he whispered into her ear.
He bit her neck and she shivered. With one hand, he stroked her chest and pinched her nipples, with the other, he rubbed her clit and slid his fingers inside her. “Deeper,” she cried.
“Whatever you want, honey,” he whispered. Over and over, he stroked her with his fingers while the heel of his palm rubbed her clit. Her body grew tense, and she clenched her hands until she peaked again, a flood of curses escaping from her without her notice.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Blissful Rest
“That’s it,” he murmured to her, savoring her pleasure. She was exquisite when she climaxed. Scott was slowly becoming addicted to watching Sarah finish and listening to her oblivious swears of delight.
Making sure she had good footing, he turned the water off and opened the door to grab a couple of towels. When he returned to her, she was watching him with the lazy eyes of a woman well bedded. He really liked that look on her, and it brought him an immeasurable amount of satisfaction that he’d been the one to put it there.
Despite what she might imagine, he didn’t do this kind of thing, either. It was also his first time sleeping with another agent. Having affairs with other people in the field was not a wise idea, considering things could very easily go wrong, and could sour not only a single deal but any number of future transactions. This was his business, his family’s business, and he couldn’t afford for this deal to go wrong. So he would have some fun with her today and leave it. But damn him if she wasn’t a delicious morsel.
Sarah accepted the towel with a whispered thanks. He dried himself off, and they both headed to the master bedroom. She sat at the edge of the bed, then flopped backward, her wet hair landing haphazardly around her, creating a dark halo against the light comforter.
“I can’t make it down the stairs just yet,” she said, staring at the ceiling.
“Legs a little weak?” He sat beside her and looked down. She was completely relaxed now, unabashed at her nakedness. Scott accepted the gift that was the sight of her bare body. He took in the dark nipples against the pale flesh, the soft mounds and valleys, noted the dark freckles on her ribcage. She was beautiful.
“A little bit.” She laughed lightly.
“What’s the harm in staying for another few minutes? Scoot up.” He sat against the pillows and called her over. While she crawled up on her hands and knees, he watched her butt in the mirror hanging over the dresser opposite him. And what a lovely butt it was. She snuggled up to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
Relaxed, he ran his fingertips over her arm, feeling the softness of her skin. He couldn’t remember when he’d last spent time with someone like this, someone he’d just had sex with. And if he were honest, he was enjoying it. In a little while, they’d go their separate ways and this would be just a nice memory, similar to their first time in this bed. But for now, he could still enjoy the moment. Life was good.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Client’s House?
As soon as Sarah started her car, she was dialing Jackie through the Bluetooth connection on her steering wheel. Sarah maneuvered the car through the long driveway, heading home. After the second ring, Jackie’s familiar voice came through the speakers of the car. “S’up, buttercup?”
“I did it again,” Sarah responded without preamble, her voice hinting at her worry. She drove on autopilot, making the necessary turns without thought.
Laughter filled the vehicle. “Ha, you dog! I love it.”
“Jackie, this isn’t funny. What kind of professional does that?” Sarah’s eyes were on the road but her mind was elsewhere. It was thinking of a chair by the pool and a leather couch by the fireplace and, finally, of snuggles in the master bedroom. “In my clients’ future house,” she groaned out loud. “If they find out, I’m ruined. Forget referrals, I’m done.”
“What are you talking about, Sarah? Isn’t that his father’s house?” Jackie asked. Though her questions implied concern, Sarah knew Jackie didn’t really care. She was relishing the temporary madness that had overtaken Sarah. Someone might as well enjoy, it since it couldn’t last much longer. She had to pull herself together.
Sarah thought for a moment before replying. “Well, technically, yes,” she admitted, “but…” She stalled. This wasn’t the house Scott grew up in; that’d be different. This was a house built by his brother’s construction company for the purpose of a sale and profit. And her clients had shown an interest in buying it. Professionals should not be having sex in a client’s potential home. It just wasn’t done.
“But what?” Jackie pressed. Sarah imagined her standing with her hands on her hips. “The house isn’t sold, yet. People have sex in their parent’s house all the time. I know I did. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not the same and you know it. Besides, I haven’t even gone out with him. On a date. I’ve just slept with him. Twice.” Do the other climaxes count as sleeping with him? Sarah didn’t know. Three of them, today alone. She groaned in remorse.
“And I’m very happy for you.” This time, Sarah heard the grin in Jackie’s voice. “It’s about time you got laid.”
Sarah groaned again as her lips twisted into a wry smile. “You’re no help.”
Again, Jackie’s laughter filled the car. “What, exactly, would you consider being helpful?”
Oh, the sass in this one. Despite no one being present to watch her, Sarah shrugged. “I have no idea.”
“That’s good. Because I am not going to make you feel ashamed for having a little fun. No one is getting hurt, Sarah. No one.” Jackie paused for emphasis. “Are you coming home?”
“Yes, I’ll be there in fifteen.” Sarah ended the call, her mind still on Oak Hill.
It would probably stay there for the next few days, as it had before. Her wantonness shocked her. She had been raised to be a good girl, and good girls don’t have sex on the first date. And this hadn’t even been a date, it was a business get-together, a meeting of two professionals who might meet again if her clients ended up buying the house. If the purchase went through, there’d still be an inspection and the closing. Scott wouldn’t necessarily be present at either occasion, since his sister would probably take over the deal, but he could be. And that possibility meant her reputation was at risk.
Of course, they might not ever meet again, since the buyers hadn’t made their decision. There would be no additional meetings if an offer wasn’t placed. The thought brightened her mood but it was quickly darkened again. Without an offer, there’d be no reason to call him or see him again. If she were to admit the truth, Sarah wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to Scott just yet.
She didn’t imagine him to be a long term kind of guy but could she just hook up with him and then move on? What is wrong with you? What makes you think this will happen again? Sarah shook her head, trying to rid herself of these thoughts. Even if they
were to meet again for the inspection and closing, she wasn’t sure there’d be opportunities to engage in anything else. Then again, she did have his phone number. What’s wrong with sending him a “Wanna get together?” text? He might just say yes.
A wicked smile came to her face.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Adventurous Date
Jackie was sitting at the kitchen table flipping through a magazine when Sarah walked in, holding up her dress with one hand and her hair with the other. “Help me, help me! He’ll be here in ten minutes and I don’t even have my makeup on.” Sarah scurried over to Jackie, presenting her with a bare back. “C’mon!”
“I don’t know why you’re even going to bother. Dave is so…” Jackie didn’t bother to look up, but she did pause before turning the page, thinking of an appropriate word to describe him. “Boring.” The word dripped with disgust. She moved on to the next page.
“He is a responsible adult and very successful in his field.” Sarah stomped her foot, the sound of her heel sharp against the tile. “C’mon, please zip me up.” When Jackie ignored her again, Sarah retaliated by singing. Quite poorly. “Mister Sandman… bring me a—”
“Okay, okay!” Jackie immediately stood up to help as terror filled her big brown eyes. “That is just hitting below the belt.” Gripping the zipper of Sarah’s dress, she pulled it up over her shapely body.
“I am a fabulous singer, thank you very much,” Sarah said, allowing her hair to fall back down. She ran to the bathroom to finish up, her voice carrying through the house as she continued the song. “Bring me a dream, make him the—”