by Yvette Hines
She whimpered and bucked her hips back.
He wondered if Ms. Controlled and Straitlaced had ever allowed a man to enter there and take her to an untamed climax. He doubted it. And tonight in his anxious state, there would be no time for him to coach her through it. After this, there would be no other chance for them. His chest ached and his bear whined; he ignored both.
“Wait, Dainton.” She went still as he slipped the tip of his thumb inside her ass.
Moving his dick out, he leaned toward her and licked the shell of her ear as he guided back into her pussy and pushed his thumb a little more.
Tremors rocked her body and her moan came out in a stutter as if she tried to fight her response to the act. “It’s…too wi—”
“Wicked?” He started a rhythm. Thrusting both of his members inside of her openings.
“Yes…Ooo, terribly so.”
“Do you want me to stop? Stop the wickedness?” He taunted her with one of her many rules and made her face her own desire.
He worked her body, waiting to see if she would tell him to end the nefarious pleasure.
“Ebony, do you want me to stop fondling you? Stop fucking you?”
She rotated her hips along his shaft and thrust back onto him and took his thumb deeper.
He understood her response. He didn’t need her to break her own code verbally. “Take your pleasure, sweetheart.”
And pleasing her was his aim. He spread his feet as wide as his slacks would allow and angled his hips for the deepest penetration into her. Their flesh slapped as their bodies pounded against the wall.
A grating sound exploded into the room as her short, manicured nails clawed and scratched along the antique wall paper.
“I’m-m-m….I’mmmm—” she screamed as her release broke forth.
Her clutching quivering sex pulled his own orgasm from him.
~YH~
Dainton stumbled blindly toward the bed. His vision obscured by the lust haze, hindering him from clearly seeing anything but Ebony. One climax had not been enough. His cock was still hard, his bear still demanding.
When they finally landed on the bed, he turned her to face him. He ground his shaft through her cream and over her hardened clit.
“Don’t stop.” She gripped his shoulders, embedding her nails in his muscles and pumped her hips.
The sting of pain excited his bear. He growled, “That’s it, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he laid his chest over hers and kissed her as his hips rocked a hard rhythm greeted by the woman beneath him.
Pulling back he pushed inside of her and was delighted to feel how her pussy welcomed him in again. The folds of her labia surrounded him, holding him like a perfect glove. He never wanted to be separated from her.
When he felt the vibrations around his cock, a signal that Ebony was about to be overtaken by another orgasm he flattened his palms on the headboard, to protect her. Sex wasn’t a gentle affair with his kind, and normally he could temper his passion and response to a human woman, but not with Ebony. He was having a hard time keeping his animal side in check.
He set his lips on the shell of her ear and whispered a warning, “Hold on…this ride is about to get real rough.”
She looped her hands under his arms and clutched his shoulders from behind. “Give it to me, Dainton…I can take it.”
Somewhere inside of him, he detected the truth of her words. With a growl, he buried his face in the curve over her neck and began to pound his cock into her.
True to her statement, Ebony raised her knees and cradled his sides with her supple thighs.
With her acquiesce his bear took over.
~YH~
Dainton’s thick, hard shaft slammed into her. It stretched and reshaped her sex for his possession. His loving was fierce and wild and she felt just as untamed and feral. She couldn’t keep the images of the two bears out of her mind. Unsure of where the thoughts came from she allowed them to roam free in her head, in some inherent way she sensed there was a connection between the animals and her and Dainton.
She couldn’t explain it. She refused to use her energy to decipher it at the moment. No, her whole being and focus belonged to the man taking her to the end of the world with his passion.
As he thrust harder and deeper into her, she arched up to him, rotating her hips and pressing her sex up along his shaft, meeting him. She moaned, having never felt so alive before.
Gazing up at him, he appeared feral—those thick black locks of his were unruly around his head, ravaged by her fingers during the night’s events. Dainton. Her mind brought up the image of one of the bears, the larger of the two, held it there like a still frame. As if intuition guided him to gaze down at her, he lowered his head and stared at her with stormy golden eyes—captivating eyes.
“Beautiful.” Reaching up, she caressed the skin over one metallic orb and followed an invisible path around it to the lower lid. She couldn’t explain her reaction to the odd appearance of his eye. However, seeing them did what it had been doing all night, causing a burning ball of desire to spin down her spine and land in her core—heightening her arousal.
She felt her sex tightening around him as another orgasm started to build and spread from her center out. “Don’t stop….please…Dainton.” She begged him as if she hadn’t had any other climax all night but this one, which was not the case. There had been too many to count.
“Never.” Grunting, he leaned down and kissed her. He took possession of her mouth, as his dick claimed her body. After tonight there would never been another man for her, but Dainton. Never be another man she wanted or desired as much as she would this man. And he would be walking out of her life, all too soon.
Over and against her, his body began to shake and his thrusts became erratic—no longer so precise.
As she returned his kiss, she became aware that he must have released the headboard because his hands gripped her ass and held her up away from the bed as he rose to his knees and administered his final forward drive and showered her walls with his heat. His roar of pleasure vibrated along her cheeks and down her throat as if she were the one making the fierce sound.
The intense warmth catapulted her into the heavens as she screamed her release into the mouth of the man still kissing her.
His movements slowed and his kiss gentled as they settled onto the bed, their breathing rough and fast.
Chapter Four
When Dainton rolled to the side and attempted to bring her with him to curl up at his side, she wiggled away. After sex cuddling was something that lovers did. They were not lovers. Not in the truest sense of the word.
Ebony dragged her tender body to the side of the bed. She needed to get control of the situation again. Even as aftershocks of pleasure still had her quaking inside, she needed to get herself together. Time to show this man out before she didn’t have the strength to send him away.
With a deep breath of fortitude she rose to her feet and moved a little unsteadily to the door. She picked up her purse from the floor where it had fallen when Dainton had pressed her to the wall and kissed her, carrying it to the dresser and reaching inside of it. Her body ached and throbbed all over in a way she’d never experienced with a man before. The kind of soreness she’d heard women whisper about across tables or in fitness center locker rooms. Keeping her back to him she allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. The man had been more than worth the money she paid for him and had earned one hell of a tip.
Tip the man. Once she pulled out a wad of cash, he would get the hint.
She turned to face him, expecting to find him enjoying an after-sex sleep like most men. Instead he stared at her, allowing his gaze a slow roam over her body.
The impulse to hide herself, shield her curves from his sight assailed her. However, she kept her hands away knowing that he’d already seen all of her through the rambunctious sexual antics.
Thoughts of all they had done made her shiver. She gave herself a moment to admire his large, bui
lt form. The man took up over half of the queen-size bed with his shoulder span. His chest was broad and chiseled through his abs. A woman could get lost in all the hills and valleys of his defined muscles. She lowered her gaze to the dark thatch of hair above his reposed shaft as it rested to one side. She noted that the crown of his thick dick reached beyond his hipbone. It amazed her how she’d taken all of that, and more, inside of her…and loved every inch of it.
The urge to lick it from his heavy sack to the tip had her moistening her lips.
His cock twitched and began to raise some. “You know it’s a much better view from over here.”
Her gaze shot to his face. He had a wide carefree smile stretching his mouth as he lifted a hand and beckoned her to him.
Shaking her head she maintained her distance. The man had to be on something. How in the hell, after all the energy they had exerted over the last few hours, could he even be able to get it up? Even as she asked the mental question about him, her own body shocked her and began to react—the sensitive walls of her sex started to clench and moisten.
With a vengeance, not sure if it was directed at the beguiling man or herself, she snatched a fistful of bills out of her wallet and held them out to him. “This has been great fun, but our night has come to its end.”
He scowled and glanced from the money to her face. “What the hell are you doing?” He shoved himself to a seated position.
Why did he look angry and insulted?
“I’m paying you your tip. Do you think it is not enough?” She was fisting over four hundred dollars in her hand. It was twenty percent of what she’d paid Lady Salista. Was the percentage higher than a waitress made at a fine dining restaurant? Ebony had no clue.
“What I know is that you have me confused with someone else!” He stood up, his hands fisted on his hips.
She laughed. Is he trying to fleece me? “Who? A streetwalker. Do they make this high of a tip? Lady Salista really needed to spell that out better in the contract.” She waved the money in the air.
He growled. How was it that the man appeared more menacing standing on the other side of the bed nude than when he was clothed downstairs?
Swallowing, she calmed herself. The last thing she needed was to be trapped in the room with a big man. She didn’t believe he would hurt her physically. However, what did she really know about him besides how well he could get her off?
“You paid someone to fuck you.” He shoved a hand through his hair and gripped the back of his neck.
That sounded like a question instead of the accusation, she was confused. “You are the person I paid…am paying even more to screw me.” Had his orgasm scattered his brain?
It would be just her luck that her first escort would be the one that needed around-the-clock meds for some mental condition.
“I don’t take money for giving a woman pleasure.” It came out low as he spoke through his tight lips.
She tossed the money onto the top of the dresser beside her purse and shoved her wallet back into her name-brand bag. “Fine. If you are too high-stepping to take a tip for services rendered that is all on you. Our night is still done.”
“No, it is just beginning.”
“Ha!” She pointed a finger at him and squinted, attempting to give him the same piercing stare that had her old staff running from the office to do her bidding. “Just because you want more sex, you think I’m going to submit myself to your lusty demands?”
“Absolutely, because something is going on between us.” He took a step toward her.
She stepped back and gripped the dresser behind her. “If you think for one moment that I’m going to lie on that bed and spread my thighs for you again, you must be mad.”
“Insane, hot, horny, and confused.” He moved around the foot of the bed in two, long strides.
“I’d say you are a little more than confused. I don’t do all-nighters with men.”
“You don’t do a lot of things.” He now stood before her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Why were you in the bar earlier this evening?”
“Waiting for you, duh?” Damn he’d reduced her to a short-verbiage teenager.
“Try again. Who specifically were you waiting for?” Those intense eyes of his held hers. They were more blackened now than the gold color they reflected earlier,
Chills began to race up her arms at his question. An uneasy feeling was starting to build in her stomach. She wanted to cross the room and remove her trench coat from the closet and put it on.
“I really don’t like to repeat myself—” The ringing of her cell phone cut her off. Turning, she rifled through her purse until she located it at the bottom. Who would be calling her in the middle of the night? The number that came across the screen seemed familiar but she couldn’t place it right off hand.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Hi, Ms. Scrooge I’m so sorry to call at such a late hour.”
Ebony recognized the woman’s elegant, velvet voice immediately.
“That’s no problem, Lady Salista? Why are you calling?” Ebony eyed the giant still standing too close to her. Maybe his employer wanted to warn her that the man she’d set Ebony up with had just recently been released from the looney bin.
“My apologies for just now calling, but I just found out myself.”
“Found out what?” Ebony insisted.
“Marcus, the escort I’d assigned for your evening, had an allergic reaction to something he ate this afternoon and has been hospitalized. I guess his throat was too swollen until an hour ago to even talk. I will fully refund your money or arrange someone else tomorrow night for you.”
Ebony’s heart plummeted to the bottom of her stomach and her blood turned to ice in her veins. Closing her eyes, she squeezed the phone tightly in her hand, the metal biting into her cold fingers. “So, what you are telling me is that Marcus, who works for you, was unable to show tonight?”
“Co-rrect.” Lady Salista spoke slowly as if Ebony lacked intelligence to understand.
However, Ebony was beginning to understand one thing clearly, the man before her was an imposter.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, yes, there is, but I’ll take care of it.” Ebony hung up the phone, dropping it onto the wooden surface. She needed some space away from the imposing man. Keeping her silence, she moved away from the big man toward the nightstand. Glad he didn’t attempt to stop her. “Who the hell are you? You better talk fast before I start screaming or bash your head in with a lamp.” She wrapped her hand around the base of the lamp.
“I’m Dainton Armel, I run a business liaison company up North.”
A businessman. “What? Are you in town trolling bars to pick up easy women?”
He chuckled. “Nothing about you is easy, Ms. Scrooge. To your question, I’m an unattached male, so if I’m attracted to a woman and she has the same for me, I have no qualms about satisfying us both.” He paused and took in her body from head to toe and back up. “Were you not satisfied, sweetheart?”
Her body hummed in response. “That’s beside the point.” She tightened her grip on the lamp to keep herself focused. “You’re an imposter. Why did you pretend to be someone you aren’t?”
“That’s my question for you.” He moved closer to her, but stayed an arm’s length away.
She stabbed her thumb into her chest. “I’m not the one pretending. I’m a grown, single woman that hired a service for a few hours of fun. Plain and simple.”
“Why?”
Like he was an idiot, she glanced from him to the bed and then back to him. “Ah, sex.”
One side of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “I know that. But, why would a woman, as pretty, vivacious, sexy and passionate as you feel the need to pay for sex? When you can have any man you wanted with a smile.”
Her heart that had sunk into her belly began to lift at his words. No man had ever complimented her in such a way. They called her smart, sharp and a corporate barracuda, but
never pretty. “I don’t smile much.”
“So, I’ve noticed.” He rubbed his chin, the scratching sound of his new stubble echoing around the room. “You’re so much more than meets the eye.”
“Thanks. I think.”
He sat down on the bed and stared down at the rug between his feet for a moment.
She remained where she was, not sure of Dainton’s next actions.
“All night something has been bothering me.” He linked his hands together between his knees. “After concluding my meeting, I was actually on my way home when I was drawn to the bar.”
“By what?” Had he been following one of those giggly women from the company holiday party that was being held in the bar? She wouldn’t doubt it. Most of the tiny women were strutting around in small, tight red dresses, looking more than available for any man that asked. “Or who?”
His gaze rose and met hers. “You?”
His declaration struck her like a lightning bolt to the heart. Jumpstarted it and sent warmth racing through her veins.
“What?”
Chapter Five
Dainton heard her question. Saw the shock illuminating her light brown eyes. The knowledge of what he’d been feeling all night was consuming his mind and as much as he wanted to shove the truth away, he couldn’t. What he didn’t know was how much to share with the woman before him.
“You didn’t even know me. We’d never met before. So, how could I have pulled you into the bar?”
He enjoyed seeing her so passionate. She’d forgotten about her protective grip on the lamp and was waving her arms around her as she stated her case. When he first met her, she’d kept up a controlled façade. He wondered if the people she worked with ever witnessed this side of her.
“That’s the part that troubled me. The reason I never stopped you while you explained your mountain of rules to me or dragged me up to your room to have your wicked way with me.” He winked at her. Even as he attempted to keep this conversation light, he knew the situation before him was not a joking matter at all.