by Gage Grayson
I look down at her—her face is flushed, and the breaths she manages to sneak in around the girth of my cock are erratic and wild.
You can be damn sure I’m going to make this woman scream in pleasure when she’s done pushing me over the edge.
Rose starts using a hand along with her mouth to ensure that no part of my cock is left untouched, increasing the pace of her sucks and licks just as my breathing gets faster and faster.
I know I have mere seconds before I explode into her mouth.
“Rose, I’m going to—”
“I know. It’s fine,” she interrupts, pulling away from my cock just long enough to get the words out.
When she plunges her mouth back down over me, I grind into her, pushing my dick down her throat to the hilt. Rose’s eyes are watering, her chest is heaving with exertion, and yet, she carries on tirelessly.
I’m almost blind with how unbearably good I feel; I grip Rose’s hair even tighter as my fingers begin to shake—a warning of the onslaught to come.
With a shout of pleasure, I come explosively into her mouth, violent shudders rending me as wave after wave of the stuff seem to exit my body.
I lie there, breathless and numb with ecstasy, as Rose swallows and slowly sits back up, looking down on me with heavy-lidded eyes full of desire.
I have never seen anything as sexy as Rose straddling me, lording over me in all her naked glory as she wipes my cum from her mouth. The sun is in her hair, and is causing the faint sheen of sweat coating her body to glisten.
I can confidently say that this is officially the greatest blow job I have ever received in my entire life.
And now, it’s time to give back as good as I got.
“If you think I’m not going to drive you insane for that, think again, Miss Clark,” I say slyly, as I smoothly topple her on her back while simultaneously rolling off mine, taking my place above her.
She grins, giving me a flash of those devilish canines in the process.
“I was fucking banking on it, Erik Storm.”
12
Rose
I don’t think I’ve ever become so turned on by giving a blowjob before. By the time I’ve swallowed Erik’s cum, I’m so fucking wet and horny, I feel as if all he’d have to do is look at me, and I’d orgasm.
When he flips me on my back with ease, I could swear that almost pushes me over the edge, too.
How on earth am I going to cope with his mouth on my clit with the way I’m feeling right now?
But I want it so badly. I’ve never wanted something as much as this in my life.
Which is probably why the look Erik gives me tells me that he’s very much going to take his fucking time with making me come.
I guess I can live with that.
“I know you liked a bit of teeth, but no teeth near my clit, please,” I remark humorously—though I mean it.
Erik chuckles against the skin of my navel, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as his head makes its way down between my thighs.
I feel just a flicker of his tongue against the throbbing, sensitive flesh of my clit—and then he stops.
He moves back up to kiss and fondle my breasts instead. When he looks up at me, eyebrows raised in a ‘what did you expect?’ kind of expression, I let my head fall back against the pillow.
Erik truly has every intention of making me beg for him to end things.
He brings one hand creeping down my body; I feel his fingers very softly start to circle one of my thighs, slowly homing in closer and closer to my clit.
Erik runs his other hand through my hair as his mouth continues to suck on my nipples, eliciting small gasps from me as I squirm beneath him.
The heat from my pussy is almost unbearable. Just as Erik was bucking his hips into my face earlier, I do the same against his hand.
“Erik, please, I can’t take anymore—”
But, my words are interrupted as he thrusts his fingers right inside me, causing me to gasp in shock. He kisses me ferociously as he continues his onslaught against my pussy, swallowing my moans with his mouth.
Then, he removes his fingers to circle my clit instead. My eyes roll back into my skull slightly at the motion—he knows exactly how to do it to keep me on the edge.
A sharp, precipitous edge that I would very much like to fall from as soon as fucking possible.
He flicks the tip of his tongue against my lips.
“Have you had enough, Rose?” he teases. “Can you take any more? Do you give up?”
“I swear to God, if you don’t make me come in the next sixty seconds, I won’t let you fucks me afterwards. Which I very much think a large part of you won’t like one bit,” I reply, looking down at his cock—it has rapidly come back to life over the past few minutes.
Erik grins rather maliciously.
“Is that a threat, Rose Clark?”
“I’d call it…bargaining. Mutually rewarding bargaining.”
Erik laughs, kisses me passionately, then proceeds to comply with my blackmail.
When his tongue envelops my clit as he sucks on it, I scream.
It feels so fucking good that I can’t bear it. My hands twist and grab at the bedsheets as I writhe beneath Erik’s expert mouth. And, then, he thrusts his fingers back inside me, and I scream some more.
Erik pauses.
“…are you okay, Rose?” he asks, his voice rough and uncertain.
I have to stop myself from laughing.
“Definitely. More than okay. Don’t stop.”
Erik takes my words of consent and applies his tongue with renewed vigor, sending shivers of unbearable pleasure down my spine.
With Erik’s tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me, it doesn’t take long before an orgasm creeps up, building and building until, with one final stroke of Erik’s tongue, it explodes from me as I cry out in pleasure.
I have no time to recover before Erik’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me with such fervor that I barely notice his cock against my pussy until it’s practically inside me.
“Oh!” I let out, pulling back from Erik’s mouth to look at him disapprovingly. “Can’t you give me even a minute to put myself back together again?”
Erik shakes his head, grinning.
“Not a fucking chance, Clark.”
He plunges into me, right up to the hilt; I cling to the bed for support until Erik pulls my arms up and around him. I take the hint and dig my fingers into his back, finding support in his lithe muscles as both his tongue and his cock enter me, again and again.
Our kisses are breathless and urgent, matching the way we’re fucking.
It’s completely and utterly blown all my guilt and doubts away, leaving only my desire for Erik. If only things could remain this way.
Erik then, unexpectedly, pulls out and lowers his mouth to my ear.
“Turn around,” he commands, his voice a low growl. I thought it wasn’t possible for Erik to get any sexier than he already was, but, clearly, I was wrong.
I eagerly comply, turning around and getting up on my hands and knees. Erik plunges back into me without so much as a warning, his hands coming round to my front to play with my sensitive, red-hot clit as he pounds into me.
With his fingers making quick work of me and the angle of his cock inside my pussy changed, it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to begin bubbling under the surface.
Then Erik kneels up and brings me with him, holding my body against his as he tugs my head around to kiss me, grinding his cock inexorably slowly inside me as his fingers circle my clit.
I whimper against his mouth; Erik just chuckles.
“Didn’t take you long to go back to the edge, Rose.”
“I could say the same for you, Erik,” I fire back immediately, upon taking note of his labored breathing and the throbbing of his cock inside me. “If you’re done teasing both of us, I’ll let you fuck the life out of me, then you can take me to dinner tonight, and we can continue.”
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�You say that as if I needed permission to do so,” Erik quips, then pushes me down in front of him and slams into me, again and again and again.
When another orgasm spills out of me, causing me to pant and whine in pleasure, Erik puts both hands on my hips and really, really slams into me.
Holy fuck, this guy is strong. I have to hold onto the headboard just to keep myself up on my knees.
“Erik!” I call out, just as he rapidly increases the rhythm of his strokes and comes deep inside me, calling out incoherently as he does so.
We both collapse on the bed, Erik on top of me. The weight of the man should feel suffocating, but after what just happened, it feels grounding and comfortable instead.
He lays on top of me until our breathing slows back to normal, then rolls on his back; I do the same.
Erik reaches over and kisses me tenderly, cupping a hand to the side of my face.
“That was…I don’t know what that was. Insanely good.”
I feel a smile creep on my face.
“Do you wanna put an offer on this place? I suggest that you do.”
Erik laughs.
“I was so very fond of that hot tub, but I suppose I can compromise, considering we’ve already christened this bed.”
And then we doze off beside each other, content in each other’s company.
I can’t say I’ve ever fallen asleep on the job before, but there’s a first time for everything.
13
Erik
This time, when I wake up, Rose is still there.
Well, it’s not as if we were asleep for long, after all. It’s the middle of the day, and we both have work to do…not to mention that the bed we’re currently in belongs to a show home, no less.
I watch Rose for a minute or two as she picks her clothes up from the floor and begins putting them back on. I can’t help but feel bitterly disappointed.
“Don’t get dressed…come back to bed.”
Rose looks at me, surprised to find me awake. Smiling, she saunters back to my side to kiss me. I run my hand through her hair, pulling her in closer—willing her to collapse against me and to allow me to undress her once more.
But Rose pulls away.
“Erik, I can’t. I have a meeting with a client to go to.”
Oh. I didn’t realize she had any other clients but me right now. I suppose that was arrogant and presumptuous, but still…
“You never mentioned you were working with anybody else right now, or that you had a meeting this afternoon.”
Rose laughs softly as she strides over to the bedroom mirror to fix her hair. I can see her reflection watching me as I begin to get dressed.
“I wasn’t aware I had to run my whole schedule by you, Mr. Storm.”
“Admittedly, I assumed I had you all to myself today.”
“You’ll just have to impatiently wait for dinner this evening,” Rose murmurs, a hair grip clenched between her teeth as she places an identical one through her hair. When she slides the second one from her teeth into her hair, Rose turns to face me.
“I can’t shirk a client to spend time with you, Erik.”
I know she’s right, of course.
I walk over and slide my arms around Rosa’s waist; she tilts her head up to look at me, a faint smile playing across her lips.
“I’m sure you have plenty to do, anyway,” Rose adds. “You haven’t exactly had a productive morning, after all…”
“That depends on your definition of productive, Rose.”
Rose looks mock-scandalized at my comment, then shakes her head and kisses me.
“I need to head off, or I’ll be late. I hadn’t factored in a lunchtime nap when I planned my day, you know.”
I raise an eyebrow, amused.
“It’s probably just as well we both got some sleep now…I don’t plan on getting much later. Or letting you get much later, either.”
Rose chuckles as we make our way outside; she locks the door to the beach house behind us, then heads for her car.
“You sure I can’t take you out to lunch first?” I ask, still somewhat convinced that I can persuade Rose to ditch the other client. It’s just one meeting, after all. It would be so easy to reschedule.
“Erik, you’re practically shouting what you’re thinking, it’s so obvious,” Rose remarks. “I’m not cancelling on my client. I wouldn’t expect you to cancel an important meeting just to go for lunch with me, so you shouldn’t expect it of me, either.”
“Touché.”
Rose squeezes my hand slightly, gives me one final kiss, and then opens the door of her car.
“I’ll call you when my meeting is over, Erik. Maybe we could go for Italian food tonight?”
“You mean you want pizza.”
Rose laughs.
“Obviously. Have a good afternoon, Erik.”
“You, too, Rosa. Not too good, though.”
She waves me off once she’s seated in her car, so I regretfully walk back along the beach toward the house I’m currently renting.
But then, I remember Rose having pointed out that I should put an offer on the house we were just viewing (and screwing in), so I detour towards Hampton Properties to do so. Claire—Rose’s boss—should be able to draw up the paperwork, since the house is owned by her company, after all.
I allow my mind to wander along the way. I imagine spending frequent weekends in the Hamptons; surprising Rose on her doorstep; dining and dancing at Chimi’s; cozying up in my beach house when the weather gets colder; taking Rose for trips to New York, and further out…
New York is only a half-hour private flight away from the Hamptons—in reality, that’s shorter than most people’s commutes to work. Having a relationship with Rose wouldn’t simply be manageable; it would be blissfully, easily possible.
I feel my stomach churn in excitement as I think about broaching the subject of attempting something a little more long term with Rose
over dinner.
“Mr. Storm, I wasn’t expecting you here until tomorrow!” Claire suddenly says, surprising me out of my head. She’s standing outside Hampton Properties, having a cigarette—which she promptly extinguishes. She smiles bashfully. “I don’t often smoke, but this morning has been particularly…trying.”
I smile.
“I’m not one to judge. I was actually hoping to put a formal offer on the property I was viewing this morning with Miss Clark.”
Claire raises her eyebrows in surprise, then beams.
“But, of course. Unfortunately, Rose needs to be here, too, since you’re her client.”
So much for making some headway during her absence.
“She’ll be back from her meeting with Mr. Lawson in the next half-hour or so, though, I imagine,” Claire continues. “Do you want to wait for her, Mr. Storm?”
I immediately freeze. Lawson?
“I don’t suppose you mean Oberon Lawson?” I ask, keeping my voice steady and calm.
Claire winces somewhat.
“That’s the one. I know Rose doesn’t like him much, but she’s the only one who can handle the guy. To say he’s a handful would be an understatement. But, you didn’t hear that from me.”
Wondering how far I can stretch Claire’s willingness to gossip, I venture to find out where Rose’s meeting is.
“Should I be worried about some competition?” I joke. “What’s Oberon looking at this time? I thought he owned enough of Verona Falls already.”
Claire laughs.
“You and me both. You know, I think he’s actually looking at that house on the beach-front—the one with the hot tub.”
“The one whose owner is away skiing right now?”
“That’s the one. I don’t know why Mr. Lawson needs a new house here, though—he’s barely owned his other two for six months!”
“He’s just a greedy guy.” I pause. “I think I might head out for some lunch and come back when Rosa’s returned, to make things easier.”
“Oh, it would
n’t be a bother if you stayed!” Claire exclaims; clearly, I’ve become a regular enough appearance in her working life that she feels comfortable enough chatting with me all afternoon. And, while that’s given me information I need, it’s not something I can indulge right now.
I shake my head, smiling apologetically.
“I’ll just be in your hair. And I have a few calls I really need to make, to be honest. I’ll come back later.”
Waving me off with a sad look on her face, as if she has lost out on a much more interesting way to spend her afternoon, I leave Claire to head back towards the beach. It’s only a ten-minute walk to where Rose is apparently having a meeting with Oberon Lawson.
Not working with him, my ass. Rose has been lying to me this whole time.
Now it’s time to find out why.
Just as I entered the house earlier, I creep around the side of the building to the terrace doors. They’re both open to let air in; a quick glance through the glass shows me that Rose and Oberon are talking mere feet away from where I’m standing.
Making sure I remain unseen, I stay as close to the doors as possible to listen in on the conversation occurring inside.
“…what could you possibly need more land in Verona Falls for, anyway?” I hear Rose say.
“Did I pay you to ask me questions, or did I pay you to prevent others from buying, Rose?” Oberon replies, his voice all false courtesy and arrogance.
“I’ve already said that I—”
“I know what you said, but I don’t care. Do you want more money? I know Storm has been persistent. Get rid of him in the next two days, and I’ll double the money I’m giving you. How does that sound? You’re not going to do better than that.”
“Oberon—”
“I’m late for my next meeting. And I’ll take this place, just to spite Storm not being able to get it. I’ll be in contact, Rose.”
The sounds of footsteps and a door closing tell me that Oberon has vacated the premises.
Leaving only Rose.
And me.
And the fucking hoard of lies she’s been feeding me ever since I started working with her.
Part of me can’t quite believe it—that Rose could be so great a liar that I hadn’t suspected a thing from her. That I allowed her to string me along for nearly three weeks.