by Anthology
“I like it better on the floor.”
The corner of his mouth turned up, and then we were ripping at each other’s clothes. The urge to be completely naked with him was unreal. I’d never felt anything so feral before. I just wanted him inside me.
The second we were both completely unclothed, my eyes latched onto a tattoo over his left pec, just above his heart. A black X.
“X marks the spot,” I murmured, tracing the lines with a finger.
He snatched my hand and pulled it away. “Something like that.”
Ominous. Maybe if I were interested in getting to know him, I’d ask about his reply. But it didn’t matter. His heart was off-limits to me anyway. It was his body that was mine.
At least for tonight.
My eyes dropped to the impressive hard-on he was sporting. I wrapped a hand around it and gave it a tight squeeze. He was thick and smooth, taut and proud. He definitely wasn’t lacking in width or length, and it made me shiver thinking of all of it pushing inside me and filling me up.
“I’m not into gentle.” His voice was gruff.
“Good.”
Gray eyes flared and his breathing increased.
Once again, he was pushing me against the wall, this time the wall of windows. The glass was sleek and cold against my naked body. “I’m gonna take you right here for the entire world to see.”
His mouth crashed down and slanted over mine again and again. For once in my entire life, kissing was a full-contact sport. I felt his rigid cock pressing against my belly as our bodies rubbed together. My back and ass were plastered against the window, and it made me even hornier.
Someone could be watching... Someone could be staring at the way we went at each other.
I reached around and grabbed his ass, digging my nails into his flesh and arching my back so my body pressed into him farther. Mr. X, as I was beginning to think of him, grabbed me by the waist and lifted. My legs wrapped around his hips, and my slick core rubbed against his skin.
I wiggled around, coating his abs with my desire.
He made a growling sound and pinned me between the window and his chest. His dick teased my entrance but never slipped in. One of his hands wrapped around my neck and held me, and his lips latched onto my breast.
When his teeth dragged over the center, I cried out and filled my hands with his hair and held him closer.
He sucked deep and hard. It bordered on painful, but my God, it felt so good. My hips began to rock against his middle. My clit was so engorged already; every time it brushed against him, I would shudder.
Abruptly, he pulled back and stood me on my feet.
His lips were swollen from our kisses.
I grabbed his dick and started jerking it up and down. His large palm wrapped around my shoulder and pushed me down. “On your knees,” he ordered.
I dropped down, hitting my knees, and bent so my butt cheeks were still pressed against the glass. I licked up the length of his cock and then latched on, taking him deep and sucking hard.
His fingers tangled in my hair as I worked his shaft. I never tried so hard to please a man, but his pleasure was mine as well. And his cock was irresistible. The second my lips would leave, I would dive back in for more. I loved the way he glided over my tongue, and the salty flavor of his precum was like a drug.
I wrapped my fingers around the base and pulled back to stare down at the tip. His hips thrust toward me, but I held back, looking up his body with a naughty expression in my eyes.
We stared at each other for long minutes and then, still staring into his eyes, I licked across the slit. His eyes went closed, and I did it again before sucking the entire head into my mouth and pulling on it with the force of my lips.
When I released him, my mouth made a popping sound, and I dove low to his balls. I sucked one perfect globe into my mouth and gently rolled it between my lips before moving to the other. His inner thighs called to me, and I latched on, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. He shuddered and leaned forward, one palm flattening on the window so he could lean on it for support.
I grabbed his dick again and pulled it down so it pointed straight out and took it deep. When it was good and slick from my saliva, I moved up just slightly and tucked it in the valley between my breasts. He rocked his hips and fucked my chest. I knew he liked it because, once again, his tip was leaking with desire.
I pulled my breasts away and licked the bead of white before kissing up his body and ending at his lips.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he could scrape his teeth over my neck and then suck deep... so deep I cried out, but he kept sucking, so hard I knew it would leave a mark.
My chest was heaving when he spun me around to face the window and pressed my breasts against the glass. They flattened from the pressure, but it felt good, like a massage to tight muscles. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my ass out and then ran a finger down my crack and into my wet folds. His finger slid inside me, and my knees threatened to buckle.
I pressed my face against the window and stared out at the lights of the city. They blurred together when another finger joined the one already inside and his other hand reached around to pluck at my swollen clit.
I moaned and wiggled my ass. He pulled his hands back and gripped my hips.
He took me hard. Fast. Deep.
I cried out the second his outrageously hard dick penetrated me from behind. The way he hammered into my body made me weak, and I could do nothing more than make small sounds of pleasure, because honestly, this had never felt so good.
My palms flattened on the glass to brace myself for more of his assault. I had no idea how he kept up his pace, but it was almost more than I could bear.
His hand came around again, delving past the short, groomed curls and into the wet folds. He rolled my clit between his fingers, and I splintered apart in his arms.
I moaned and gasped with the orgasm, and he kept pumping, spearing me over and over again. When the climax finally released me, I slumped against the window, spent yet somehow still wanting more.
He pulled out swiftly, and I glanced over my shoulder with a glare.
He gave me a knowing smile, then swept me up in his arms and strode across the floor.
Instead of going to the bedroom, we went to the kitchen, where there was an island the size of my entire apartment. The granite was cold and bare, and he laid me across it as if I were his new display.
His cock was hard and glistening when he moved to the giant stainless fridge and reached inside. He came back with a tall can of something and used his teeth to pull off the lid.
Coming back around, I thought perhaps he’d swirl the whipped cream on my breasts, but instead, he grabbed my legs and slid me so my ass almost hung off the edge.
He propped my calves up on his shoulders. He was broad enough that it spread my thighs just enough. Using one hand, he peeled open my folds, and the next thing I knew, the cold shock of whipped cream was filling my folds.
“Oh,” I exclaimed, lifting up to my elbows so I could watch what he was doing.
He sprayed a generous amount of the white cream all over my middle, then set aside the can. Both his palms slid beneath my ass and lifted, bringing my hips up to give him better access.
Then he dove in.
The contrast of the cold whipped cream against the warmth of his tongue as he literally ate his dessert from the place his dick had just been was delicious.
“Mmm,” he groaned and spread my folds wide open so he could lick up every last trace of the cream. When he was done, his tongue speared my center and slipped inside my body.
My legs were quivering, and I was positive I wouldn’t be able to stand.
At last, he lifted his head and wiped the bottom of his lip with the pad of his thumb.
I’d already had one orgasm, but I felt another one just begging to be set loose. He smiled like he knew and wrapped my legs around his waist so he could dip just the head of his cock in my
body. My head rolled from side to side as I lay there on full display in his kitchen.
He rocked gently as he caressed my body, spearing me only slightly and driving me mad.
Finally, when I could take no more, I pushed up to my elbows once more. “Enough,” I demanded. “Either coat your dick in whipped cream for me to eat or shove it deep.”
He smiled slyly and grabbed my hips, forcing them down over his cock. I cried out, and he picked me up, walking toward his bedroom with his cock still inside me.
His room was dark, the curtains drawn. My back hit the bed, and he came over me, looming in the darkness, but I wasn’t afraid. I spread my legs wide, and he slid in.
We went at each other, rocking and slamming our bodies together almost like we were fighting.
Another orgasm hit me fast and hard. I fell back on the bed as it washed over me like a tidal wave. I was still in its throes when I heard him shout and bury himself so deep I felt his balls against my ass.
He convulsed inside me as hot seed filled my body and my inner walls clenched around him. Mr. X fell on the bed beside me, my body sticky and slick with sweat. Between my thighs, I felt his release, and I couldn’t even conjure up any regret we hadn’t used protection.
We lay there a long time in the dark, silent. My body felt like it had just run a marathon, but my God, I was satisfied.
A little while later, he got up and left the room. Somewhere nearby, I heard a shower running, and I figured that was probably my cue to leave.
I pushed up off the bed and stood on still unsteady legs.
He appeared and swept me up again. I fit against his chest like I belonged there, so I couldn’t help but drop my cheek against his shoulder.
We went into the bathroom, just off his master. Everything in there was white marble with veins of gray. The shower was made of glass and had two showerheads, which were both turned on. A rainfall showerhead dropped down from the ceiling, raining drops of water, while the one coming out of the wall looked like the kind that would massage your body.
He stepped inside with me and stood me under the rainfall. I closed my eyes because the way the drops caressed and rolled across my skin was beautiful. The water in here was hot, and the air around us was steamy.
Mr. X picked up a large poufy white sponge and covered it in soap. I surrendered to his ministrations as he washed my entire body, paying close attention to the places he filled with whipped cream.
When he was done and my hair was slicked back, I took the sponge and returned the favor. When he was good and clean, I spent some extra time massaging his balls and playing with his cock.
I liked touching him. His body was like my personal playground, and it seemed nothing I did was off-limits.
Even though we stayed in there what seemed like forever, the water never cooled. By the wall was a marble bench, so I went to it and sat, crooking a finger at him. He came and stood before me.
I sucked his softened cock between my lips and laved up all the water. I didn’t really suck to make him hard, though he didn’t say ultra soft for long. I sucked and played, and he didn’t say a word, just let his hips jut out toward my face.
At one point, I cupped his balls, and he widened his stance, so I slipped my hand between his legs and caressed his taint. He made a sound, so I did it again, this time slipping back a little farther.
In my mouth, his cock jerked.
Taking a chance, I ran my finger around his rim, and his hips thrust forward, his cock slipping deeper into my mouth. I played lightly with his ass, keeping it cautious and not too invasive. I was surprised when his cock grew rigid again, so fast after our sex-fest in the bedroom.
I was even more surprised when my center began to throb.
A few minutes later, he jerked back and picked me up. I was laid out beneath the rainfall, across the floor of the shower. I stared up at him as he stood over me and stroked his cock.
We fucked again, right there on the shower floor beneath the warm rain.
It was wild and slick. He came hard and fast. I was close, but he beat me to the finish line, so once his body was done, he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and worked it over my clit, back and forth, back and forth. The extra wetness from his release swirled around my swollen clit, and in no time, I was shuddering and coming all over the shower floor.
When the shower was over, he wrapped me in a towel and put me in his bed. A few moments later, he slid between the sheets beside me.
I fell asleep with the feel of his body along mine and woke much later to his cock entering me from behind.
We went at each other almost the entire night. I have no idea how he kept getting hard or how I kept getting wet. When at last I was sure my body was spent, I dozed off, only to wake up again when the sun was starting to rise.
Unable to resist, I slid out of the bed and padded back out to the wall of windows in the living room. I watched the sun rise over the city. It was almost as incredible as the sex we’d had last night.
Before I turned away, I noted my handprint marring the otherwise pristine glass, and I smiled.
I walked around the room, gathering up my clothes and slipping them on. I was sore in places I’d never been before, and I was pretty sure if I never had sex again, after last night, I would be sustained forever.
But I would still crave him.
Like chocolate on a late night. Like coffee in the early morning.
I’d have to learn to live with that craving because our night together was over.
In the kitchen, I found a small pad of white paper and a pen. The red cap from the whipped cream was still lying on the floor, long forgotten.
I smiled and picked it up, setting it beside my note:
Thanks for the night to remember, Mr. X.
XOXO ~ Mrs. X
No, we weren’t married, and I didn’t wish we were. But last night, he was my Mr. and I was his Mrs.
I took the elevator down to the main floor of the building and pulled on my coat. Outside on the sidewalk, I signaled for a cab.
Before I got in, I glanced back up at the giant windows I knew were his.
He was standing there watching me.
I didn’t wave. I didn’t have to.
Even from the distance, I felt our eyes connect.
A flush of heat, the kiss of last night’s memory, brushed over my skin.
My hair floated out around me when I turned and slid into the cab. I leaned my head back against the seat as the driver pulled away from the curb.
Good-bye, Mr. X. Maybe someday we’ll meet again.
The End
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Indemnity by K.A. Hunter
Copyright © 2016 Kimi Flores
Alexa is a fighter. A surv
ivor. But it hadn’t always been that way.
At eighteen, tragedy struck, hurling her into a dark underworld. Freedom became a thing of the past as her new reality unraveled.
Rescued a year later, she vowed to one day get the justice she deserved. However, her road to recovery was long and difficult. Driven by revenge, she fought like hell to prepare herself.
When the opportunity she’s been waiting for arises, she’s quick to seize it.
Her tormentor only knew her as the shattered girl she once was. He has no idea what she’s capable of now. But he’s about to find out how far she’s willing to go.
No matter what it takes, she will get her indemnity.
**TRIGGER WARNING...this novel contains non-explicit abuse scenes and there is harsh language throughout. Indemnity is intended for mature readers**
ALEXA
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as an eerie silence permeated the van. Thick air invaded the cramped, dark space, making it difficult to breath. As the street lights intermittently flashed through the front windshield, I caught a glimpse here and there of the grave expressions on the girls sitting around me. They made no attempt to cover their defeat while hidden in the quiet shadows of the passenger van.
Irritated, I coughed a few times and looked out the darkened window. I may not know the reason these girls chose to be here, but it still bugged the shit out of me.
I had to keep my mind on the purpose of the night, though. It had taken a long time for me to get this opportunity, and I wasn’t about to blow it by focusing on the catering staff I’d been able to infiltrate.
Underground parties like the one we were on our way to were top secret and, unless you knew someone on the inside, they were impossible to get into. Thankfully, for a hefty price, someone had dropped a dime on the type of events this catering company’s VIP clientele threw.
The same type of event I’d been rescued from shortly after my nineteenth birthday.
There was normally at least one snitch in these groups who was willing to fork out information as long as they made a quick buck on the side. We still didn’t know who was behind this particular trafficking ring, but we knew exactly who was throwing tonight’s party.