For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Play with your clit for me. Make yourself come.’

  ‘Ok,’ she giggled, so I narrowed my eyes at her.

  ‘You will respond with “Yes, Sir” or “No, Sir” from now on. Are we clear?’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded vigorously as her legs parted and she reached down to touch herself, letting out a tiny gasp.

  ‘Watch my cock twitching in my trousers for you at all times, and tell me how wet you are, Camilla?’

  ‘Soaked,’ she purred as her finger moved a little faster. I shuffled in my seat, my cock was starting to unfurl again. There was nothing sexier than seeing a woman touch her own body, even more so if she were in sexy lingerie with stockings and suspenders. Damn it, that was all it took for me to spring to full mast. I heard her groan and smiled to myself, she’d seen it, it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

  ‘Roll up the dress to your waist, turn around and straddle the arm of that leather sofa behind you.’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded and did as she was told, revealing her bright green knickers with the big tear where I’d ripped them to penetrate her through them. I cocked my head as her right foot tiptoed the cream carpet below her, with her left knee kneeling on the sofa, she was sticking out her backside, exposing all of her cunt and those long legs. She had amazing legs, best I’d seen so far, but her arse was way too skinny, I preferred my women with a bit of meat and something I could grab and squeeze. I heard her breathing fast as she waited, straddling the smooth rounded leather of the arm chair. ‘What now Sir, are you going to fuck me from behind.’

  ‘No, you’ll continue to finger yourself until you’re so wet you drip all over that leather, then I’ll make you lick it clean before I take you to the bedroom and fuck you from behind. I’d like to play with that tight little backside of yours while I slide my cock in and out of your eager cunt.’

  ‘O shit,’ she groaned and her fingers went to work. She looked over her shoulder at me and I raised my brows.

  ‘Eyes on the fireplace, Camilla,’ I advised and waited for her to comply. I strode back over to the bar and poured myself some more water. I thought about my booking next week with Summer, I was looking forward to meeting her and seeing her naked. I was going to have to be severely restrained for once, this could be my hardest challenge yet, I was going to have to make love to a woman and be all gentle, which wasn’t really my style. Just the thought of her curves had my cock surge. I was in the mood to fuck right now and Camilla would have to do. ‘Is that leather wet?’ I called.

  ‘Sodden,’ she groaned.

  ‘Stand up, take off your dress, get on your hands and knees, backside facing me and lick it up.’ I walked back to my sofa and sat on the edge, my elbows on my knees as I watched her eagerly comply. She was lapping enthusiastically as her pussy quivered, more moisture bubbling out of her.

  ‘How do you taste?’

  ‘Not as good as if it was mingled with your come, Sir,’ she replied as she sat back on her heels.

  ‘Well of course not. You will remain there until I return.’ I headed off in the direction of the master suite, carrying my jacket over my arm, grateful it was down a long corridor and out of Camilla’s sight. I opened the double doors slightly and peered in to see which direction the bed was facing. It was backed up on the wall opposite, which meant the camera was somewhere on the right. I stepped into the room and hugged the wall until I reached the entertainment unit facing the bed. I could see the iPod doc to the right of the television and casually slung my jacket over it, before reaching underneath and turning it to face away from the bed, just in case Camilla had the chance to try and remove it, that would buy me some time to move out of range.

  I checked the door to the en-suite, if you could call a room that size an en-suite, you could nearly fit my London apartment into it. The black orchids were on a ridiculously long console table, which was behind the door. There was no way I could cover them and how the hell would I explain that? I’d need another tactic. Breaking the vase was probably my only option, I sincerely hoped that it wasn’t an original Ming Dynasty one, or that would fuck up my finances royally. I checked myself in the mirror in the bedroom, running my hands through my hair and adjusting my shirt by undoing the cufflinks and rolling back my sleeves. I secured my cufflinks in my overnight case which was in the walk in dressing room, before heading back to the lounge to find Camilla still kneeling, waiting patiently. I sat away from her and splayed my knees.

  ‘Where have you been?’ she demanded with a sulky pout as she looked over her shoulder at me.

  ‘I’m sure I could head back down to the bar and find other more compliant and affable women to fuck, Camilla. Would you like that?’

  ‘No, Sir,’ she bit back quickly.

  ‘Excellent, neither would I. You’re incredibly hot and sexy, I love the way that you move that toned dancers body of yours. I want you Camilla, but first I want you to crawl on your hands and knees to me and unzip my trousers.’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she moaned and cheekily slunk over like a panther as she grinned at me. She halted between my thighs, lifted her hands and deftly undid the button of my waistband and slowly unzipped as both of our breathing levels increased. I loved getting head, there again, what guy didn’t? I didn’t believe in there being such a thing as bad head, anyone’s lips and mouth around my cock felt good, there were just different levels of “good” that could turn an “ok” blow job into a “fucking sensational” blow job. Camilla looked so eager, I had a feeling she’d be somewhere towards to top end of the scale, but that wasn’t on the agenda until later. I shuddered as she extracted me and I felt her fingers curl around my hot flesh.

  ‘Stop. Remove your hand and sit back on your heels with your knees spread.’

  ‘Sir,’ she whined. I reached down and removed her small hand, replacing it with my own larger one and gave myself a couple of leisurely strokes. Now, the day I could find a woman who could jack me off as well as I did was the day I’d probably ask for a woman’s hand in marriage.

  ‘You want to taste me?’

  ‘So badly, Sir,’ she nodded.

  ‘Then do as I ask, remove your bra and play with your nipples. I want to see your excitement leaking out of you again.’

  ‘But the carpet,’ she protested wide eyed.

  ‘The carpet, Sir,’ I corrected. ‘I’d like the staff to know how excited I got you in here, to see your come all over the perfect cream pile, to have to get on their hands and knees and remove your enjoyment from it, so every time they see you, they’ll know how good Logan Steele was.’ She gulped and nodded, then reached behind her and undid the hooks, slowly sliding the straps down her arms as I continued to stroke myself. As I suspected, she was virtually flat chested, it was pointless her wearing a bra. I loved women with full ripe breasts and big nipples that filled my mouth as I lavished attention to them. ‘Spread your legs further, I want to see the pink and the cream,’ I growled.

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she mewled as her fingers pulled and teased her nipples to stiffer points. A woman’s vagina was a thing of beauty to me, such pleasure lay at its core for them and for me. Camilla’s was a hot pink, with bigger than normal inner lips, I preferred them smaller so that I got a better view and access to their clit. Hers was tiny, but obviously not lacking in sensitivity judging by the bubbling fluid leaking from her. I also preferred vaginas that were a soft pink in shade. Camilla keep licking her lips and staring at my cock, so I relented.

  ‘You may suck it, now, just for a minute.’

  ‘O yes, Sir,’ she cried and scrambled forwards, nearly breaking the damn thing as she grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth and sucked with the enthusiasm of a new born baby on a nipple.

  ‘O God, that’s good,’ I moaned. I wasn’t lying, she was good, though she couldn’t take me whole, she made up for it with enthusiasm as she worked her fists in time with her sucking. I leaned back and put my hands behind my head as I observed her. Manly, commanding and aggressive was what she�
��d wanted. I’d give her the manly now and save the aggressive for the bedroom.

  ‘Suck harder. I’m not going to come in your mouth yet Camilla, I want to fuck you first, I want to feel you surrounding me again. Once you’ve recovered from the multiple orgasms I’m about to give you, at some stage you’ll kneel in front of me again with your hands bound behind you. I’ll feed you my cock and you’ll suck me to completion, until I unload in your mouth and watch you swallow before spilling the rest of it all over your face and chest.’ I smiled as I heard a groan and felt it rumble around my cock as her big eyes met mine and she nodded.

  The Bedroom

  Camilla

  ‘Logan,’ I protested as he pulled my mouth away from my favourite sexual pastime, other than getting orgasms myself. I loved giving oral, seeing a powerful man like him coming apart at the seams because I had my lips wrapped around his cock made it all the more enjoyable. It didn’t matter what age they were, or what their status was, all boys and men were on a level playing field when they were getting head. Logan’s tasted better than I’d imagined, musky and salty with that gorgeous baby soft foreskin covering his thick, soft, shiny glans. I’d lapped hungrily at his slit, sucking up all his pre-come, wishing he’d come so I could gargle it and swallow him down, or snowball with him, that really got me hot. He pulled me up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me as he kissed me hungrily. I could feel his need for me radiating off him, I held all the power now.

  He suddenly stood and I clung to him as our kissing increased in ferocity as he marched us both determinedly to the bedroom. I screamed as he ripped me off him and launched me into the air. I giggled as I bounced on the centre of the California king sized bed, but my giggles soon stopped as he started unbuttoning his shirt and I saw his firm pecs and oblique’s being unveiled. I gulped as he shrugged the shirt off, he was in way better shape that even our football players and so much broader. I tried to control my breathing as he toed off his shoes, bent down and ripped off his socks, then dropped his trousers and I got to see his cock in all its glory, jutting out angrily from his slim hips and that damn sexy dip on each hipbone.

  ‘I hope you’re seriously wet Camilla, because watching you creaming yourself for me, then feeling you suck me, has me harder than I’ve ever been.’

  ‘Really?’ I gasped, not sure if he was telling the truth or playing his role. I decided I didn’t actually care, he was here with me now, with a cock harder than any I’d ever seen, and was about to blow my mind. I mean seriously, could a guy get any harder?

  ‘Really,’ he growled as he grabbed my ankles, hauled me down the bed and spread my legs. ‘Can you do the splits?’

  ‘Hello! Cheerleader, what do you think?’ I responded with a roll of my eyes which earned me a dark look that sent shivers down my spine. ‘Yes I can Sir, very sorry to be disrespectful, Sir,’ I added quickly. Next time I booked Logan, free of charge of course, I had a feeling he could go all out dominant and that was something I just had to experience.

  ‘Don’t make me reconsider my options, Camilla,’ he warned. ‘Grab your feet and spread your legs wide open, I fancy tasting you before I fuck you roughly from behind.’

  ‘Yes, Sir!’ I eagerly complied and closed my eyes in sheer bliss as he dropped to his knees and lowered his face to the apex of my thighs and lavished my clit with such exquisite attention I thought I was going to die.

  ‘Delicious,’ his voice murmured, the sensation reverberating through my core, I climaxed in seconds and he’d barely flicked my clit with his tongue. I was so wound up just by his presence it was untrue. ‘And so responsive, I’ll come back and lavish the attention that tiny little clit deserves later, right now I need to bury myself in you. Get on your hands and knees, arse in the air.’

  ‘O God,’ I groaned as I quickly scrambled around. Doggy was my absolute favourite position of all. There was no doubt with that cock he’d hit my g-spot again and again, as well as making me come from rubbing against the sensitive nerves of my opening with his girth. Fingers crossed he’d reach down and tease my clit at the same time, if he did I was about to experience the second best sex of my life, both instances with him.

  ‘Just Logan is fine,’ he chuckled, seconds before he slammed into me, lifting my knees off the bed with the power of his thrust. I screamed and he grabbed my hips and thrust again and again until I was clawing at the sheet beneath me, perspiration clinging to my bare skin.

  ‘Camilla,’ he groaned, making my eyes roll and my fingers clench even harder. His power was just incredible, but he didn’t just ram in and out like a machine, he lifted and shifted my hips, moved his own as he varied the speed and the force until I didn’t know what was coming next. ‘Hold yourself up on your hands.’

  ‘Yes,’ I gasped and anchored my palms on the soft Egyptian cotton sheet below me, performing a press up of sorts. He grabbed my knees and started to pull and push me as he fucked me impeccably. Everything hurt, but in such a good way. My nipples were stinging, my clit was throbbing and I felt lightheaded from the sheer force of him. ‘Logan,’ I cried as my body began to tremble with a powerful climax and I felt myself flood. He dropped my knees back to the bed and placed a gentle hand around my throat as he pounded me harder and I screamed with pleasure as his other hand slipped around my clit making me quake again. Every single move he made had my pleasure in mind, I could get used to having Logan on call to service me.

  ‘I’m going to explore this tight little backside of yours, if you have a problem with that you’d better speak now,’ he murmured in my ear as he bent over me and kissed my neck.

  ‘Do it! Sir,’ I begged and pushed backwards, flowering open for him to thrust his wet thumb inside me. I let out a high pitched garbled sound.

  ‘You’re so damn hot, Camilla,’ Logan groaned behind me. I smiled inwardly, I already knew that, but having this … sex god confirm it did my ego no harm at all. ‘Come for me again. Now,’ he ordered. I did, I was powerless to resist and let’s face it, who wouldn’t be?

  ‘Logan,’ I sobbed. I was nearing spontaneous friction combustion from the heat being generated from his swiftly moving cock inside me. He released my throat and pulled on my clit and nipple at the same time and I completely shattered, shuddering, quaking, trembling as wave after wave of orgasm tore through me. I heard him groan with his own peak and he yanked me up, my back pressed against his firm chest as he tipped my head back and kissed me. I melted, it was a sweet tender kiss that released a myriad of butterflies in my stomach. O yes, I could really fall for Logan Steele.

  ‘You were amazing,’ he sighed. I closed my eyes and smiled as we collapsed onto the bed.

  The Bathroom

  Logan

  Camilla had fallen asleep within seconds of me pulling out of her. So much for cheerleader stamina, I still hadn’t given it my all, I’d sensed she wouldn’t be able to take it. She lay face down on the bed, her cheek against the white cotton sheet below. She looked so damn young, if I hadn’t had Ian do checks on her to ensure that she was actually twenty-one, I wouldn’t have believed it seeing her sleeping now. What the hell was she doing paying for someone like me? Why hadn’t she found a nice guy, her age, to go steady with? I carefully got off the bed and headed to one of the other bedrooms and used their en-suite to clean myself up and dispose of my condom, before heading back to the lounge and pouring myself some water. Someone had been in again and replenished the ice, they’d probably heard us screaming. I chuckled, Camilla was going to be the talk of the hotel tomorrow. It seemed that most of the staff had her sussed. I went and stood at the window and took in the stunning view. Here I was standing in the middle of luxury, women craved me, I had a substantial nest egg built up, I loved sex which meant that I loved my job, but something was still missing. On the surface I had it all, but I wasn’t content. I sighed and shook myself off and headed back to the master suite, checking my jacket was still covering her camera, applied another condom, then lay back down on the bed and started kissing the
back of her neck.

  ‘Hmmm,’ she groaned.

  ‘Bathroom time,’ I whispered as I ran my tongue up and kissed along her hairline. ‘I want you again, now. I’m thinking we can get dirty before we get clean.’

  ‘Now you’re talking,’ she giggled and wriggled around to face me. I reached out with one hand and held her jaw as I kissed her, letting my tongue flutter against hers. ‘Are you ready for me again, Logan?’

  ‘I’ll always be ready for you, Camilla. That was the best sex of my life. I don’t know how I’m going to get on that plane in the morning knowing I won’t see you again.’

  ‘I have a feeling that we will see each other again, sooner than you think,’ she murmured against my lips. I smirked, she still hadn’t seen I’d foiled her second blackmail attempt. Not that I was sure what she expected to achieve, I had money, but she certainly didn’t need it. I shut my mind off to that, the issue at hand was how to ruin her third attempt. I kissed her again, leapt off the bed and held my hand out to her, pulling her up and against my chest, then I pulled out something no woman seemed to be able to resist. The two handed face clasp with possessive kisses. My lips lifted up in the corners as she took the bait and flung her arms around my neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Perfect, that would shield me from view. I quickly strode into the master bathroom and swung left, ensuring her back was to the orchid camera and shoved her onto the console table on which it was positioned. I kneed apart her thighs and dove back into her while holding her face steady to protect my own and set off at a pace that would make any marathon runner drool. My suspicions were right, the table started to shake, I pushed into her so hard it slid her backwards and rammed her against the vase which toppled with a thud. ‘What was that?’ she gasped between pants.

  ‘Me, fucking you. Damn it Camilla, you’re ruining me, I need to come again, desperately. Grip the edge of the table and help me, flex those hips and ride my cock the way I know you can, the way you were born to.’