Church

by Michelle Hughes

  After grabbing the soap from him I started at his shoulder and worked my way down to his hands, then moved to the other, mimicking the actions he’d done to me. I ran my hands over his smooth chest, teasing down to his happy trail before washing up those incredible muscles again. “Turn around,” I demanded softly, washing his back and even let my hands roam over his perfect ass.

  “You’re playing with fire, lover.” He turned me quickly and pushed me against the shower stall, and I tensed. “Tell me you’re not still afraid of me.” He moved his hands to my sex, giving me the fingers I craved, sliding against my folds until I was quivering in need.

  I pressed my hands against the cool tile as he pleasured me. I wasn’t sure how to answer or if I could. “I never know what you’re thinking.” A finger slid inside me then was joined by another and he rode me with a slow rhythm until I couldn’t form a coherent thought.

  “All you need to do is feel.” He pulled those fingers free and brought them around to my ass, squeezing as my core clenched and released, begging to be filled.

  A finger pressed against that back entrance and I tensed. “I’m not ready for that.” I was so turned on in that moment that I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t allow him to do it. It was like insanity the need this man brought out in me until I didn’t know who I was anymore.

  “I’m not claiming your sweet ass yet, but I want to play with it. Now, relax, and bend over a little more.” I didn’t argue, I probably should have, but if this is what he needed to get back to the other stuff, I’d allow it.

  Forcing my muscles not to tense, he inched his finger inched in and I wasn’t sure what to think of the sensation. It wasn’t horrible, only unfamiliar. He rode me with that finger, and I could feel it against my other walls which gave me some stimulation, though not nearly enough.

  “I need more.” Not of his finger up my butt, but him between my legs.

  “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He pulled that finger free, and lathered his hands, then rinsing them. “I need to be washed, too.” He gave me the bar of soap and glanced down at his shaft. I didn’t need to be told where he wanted me to clean.

  I lathered my hands and studied him as my fingers traced the hard-velvety steel of his length. I still didn’t know how I’d taken him inside me, but I knew how good it would make me feel when I did again. Wanting to tease him as much as he teased me, I began pumping him slowly my other hand fondling his balls, hoping that was something men enjoyed.

  He pulled free and turned to rinse off, then grabbed me out of the shower making me gasp at his rush. “I want you in my bed now!” He pulled a towel off the rack and dried me off, then himself and picked me up in his arms walking over to the bed.

  “Hands and knees, now. I need to be inside you.” His voice was so forceful I was almost afraid but the need to have him was worth whatever he did. I felt awkward as I perched on the bed like a dog, but when his mouth fell between my legs suckling, plunging, and driving me insane, I didn’t care.

  “Now, Sebastian,” I cried out my demand, wanting to fill me up.

  “I’m not going to be gentle.” His words made me tremble but I didn’t pull away as he lined up and drove deep in one hard thrust.

  I screamed but it was a mix of pain and pleasure. Instantly, he stilled. “Tell me to stop.” His hands grabbed my hips, and he rotated his and the last thing I was saying were those words. When I didn’t answer, he began thrusting quick and hard, until I could barely breathe as my body quickly came to the edge and fell over it.

  “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He continued taking me savagely but I wanted it, even though I was coming down from one orgasm and he built another.

  “Sebastian, I can’t. It’s too much.” It was but I wasn’t asking him to stop. How could I when each push and pull inside me made my toes curl and long for the next plunge?

  “You’re going to take everything I give and love every minute of it.” My arms couldn’t hold up my weight and they wilted, my face touched the mattress as he continued to love my body with a mastery that left me dazed. I came again and I knew he was going to kill me with passion when he continued driving into me.

  How was it possible for a man to have that much stamina? I arched my back and felt him even deeper. “Oh, please. Please!” I don’t know what I wanted from him, I just knew this was a world I was lost in with him.

  “Don’t you stop on me now.” One hand kept my hip in an iron hold, the other slid between my legs, rubbing against my little nub as he pumped into me frantically. I couldn’t have another orgasm, I couldn’t. Whimpering as he continued, I was proven wrong as my body exploded into a thousand fragments of light once more.

  I was sobbing as he pulled free and I felt the warmth of his release cover my back. The pleasure he’d given me had shown me things I’d never known possible. My legs gave out and I laid there trying to catch my breath, tears running down my cheeks in ecstasy.

  “Shit, Ashley. Did I hurt you?” I couldn’t breathe yet but I shook my head. He’d overwhelmed me, maybe even frightened me a little at intensity of our lovemaking, but pain had nothing to do with it. “Then why are you crying?” He pulled me into his arms and lifted my chin.

  “I. You. We.” What could I say? My mind was confused and my mouth wasn’t working right.

  “That certainly clears things up.” His lips met mine and the way he kissed me was like being possessed. I met his tongue and sparred until he finally let me come up for air. “You okay?”

  The fact that he was concerned told me had a heart in there somewhere. I nodded then wiped the tears from my cheeks. It was crazy but the way he’d taken me was almost spiritual in a sense because I felt like I’d come out of my body for a second or two.

  We laid there in each other’s arms and I was shocked to find it comforting. I didn’t want the egotistical jerk back so I didn’t speak. I was covered in sweat and other things, but my body was so worn out, I didn’t care. He was holding me tightly and I was on fire but I was okay with that too.

  He’d completely worn me out and my eyes closed as I tried to come back to myself again. I guess I fell asleep because the next time my eyes opened he wasn’t in the bed. Sliding from that comfort, I walked into his shower and bathed off again. I didn’t know how to feel about what we’d shared.

  Physically, it was the most incredible experience of my life, emotionally, I was terrified of the addiction I was falling under. He was going to destroy me when this ended, and I knew it now. Already I was starting to pretend he was different from the monster I knew. I wasn’t the type of person who could make love without consequences. Basically? I was screwed.

  Tempting

  Sebastian

  It was great sex, nothing more. When she’d fallen asleep in my arms, I didn’t want to let go. This was getting dangerous. I had to end this. I’d taken a shower and got dressed, needing to stop this insane need I had to comfort her. Walking back into my room seeing her naked body like some angel at peace, I made up my mind. Ashley couldn’t stay with me.

  I left the room quickly and walked downstairs to call Trisha. Admitting weakness wasn’t in my nature but I explained that I needed to make other housing arrangement for my guest. “Already bored?” It angered me that she thought that way, and I knew I was screwed.

  “No, but I can’t afford to become addicted.” The silence on the other end of the line made me curse when I realized what I’d revealed. “Where can we put her up?” She deserved someplace special, and I reasoned that we still had a business arrangement so I needed her in place that matched my status.

  “That little virgin pussy has gotten under your skin.” Trisha wasn’t mocking me, she was angry. Even though we’d never been lovers. She could act every ounce the jealous wife. “The smart thing to do would be putting her in one of the apartments where the other thing lives.” She didn’t have a high opinion of Deshawn prior to his betrayal, now it was bitter hatred.

  That did make the most sense, she need
ed to get back in his good graces again, and being that close would be an asset. “Can you have one of our agents get me the best place in the building?” I wanted to get her luscious little body settled in before I decided to have a few more rounds that would make things worse.

  “Would you like me to babysit her while I’m at it, Sebastian?” The bitchiness in her tone was starting to grate on my nerves and I’d had enough.

  “Just get the damn keys and call me back when I can move her in.” I ended the call, hating that I let her piss me off. We usually got along well, but I’d never had a particular interest in a singular woman before. I preferred new lover’s gracing my bed. The real issue was walking down my staircase dressed in a white dress that reminded me of what an asshole I was.

  She stood at the bottom of the stairs, ringing her hands until I allowed my eyes to take in every inch of her. The fire returned to her gaze. “Sleep well, did you?” I forced myself to be rude when I wanted to walk over and take her right there where she stood. I could visualize lifting her dress and fucking her senseless.

  “You’re an ass.” Cursing now, too. I was rubbing off on her. I wanted to rub off in her. Pulling my mind out of the gutter I knew what had to be done.

  “Never claimed to be anything other. We need to talk.” I hated the weariness that showed on her face at my words, as if I was going to do something to hurt her. I’d already made up for that one time, in my mind. “Sit with me.”

  I walked into the living room and took the oversized chair in front of the coffee table. She chose the couch, and I imagined the things I could do to her on it. Fuck! She was driving me insane. “This thing between us isn’t working out. I’ll pay you what we agreed on for the job, but I don’t want you here any longer.” The look on her face made me feel like I’d just kicked a puppy, but she quickly masked it.

  “Why didn’t you just take me home then?” She stood up, hands on her hips, looking every ounce the pissed off kitten.

  “I still want your help with the Deshawn matter. It’s you and me that needs to end.” I didn’t want it to, but the control I was losing around her I wouldn’t allow. “I’m working on a place for you to live, and I’ll still cover your expenses, of course.”

  “Fine. Is that it?” I’d hurt her feelings, and she was doing her best to hide it. The small tremble of her full lips, the way she clenched her hands into fists on her hips, all of it told me I’d hurt her.

  “I want you to know the sex was great, some of the best I’ve ever had.” I felt I had to leave her with something. I was the one having the issue here.

  “Like I care. If you want to stop using me, nothing will make me happier.” I wanted to believe her, but those eyes lowered and she wasn’t meeting mine.

  “Look at me, Ashley.” I needed to make this right. Maybe I had a conscious because I felt like shit for making her feel bad.

  “Go to hell.” She turned and walked toward the French doors leading out into the garden. The devil in me made me follow. Her sweet little ass swayed as she walked down the concrete steps into the maze ahead. I rarely walked it anymore, but I knew every turn.

  I stayed several steps behind her as she entered, telling myself I was only following in case she got lost. “What do you want?” She’d walked almost to the center, before turning around to glare at me.”

  “You can get lost in here if you aren’t careful.” I didn’t want to be away from her. How pathetic was that? The thought made me angry. Without even considering what I was doing, I pulled her into my arms, lifting her leg and holding it around my waist.

  Her small hands beat on my chest, and her defiance made me insane. “Make up your mind. You either want me or you don’t.” Struggling in my arms, my cock rose to the occasion making my jeans uncomfortable.

  Crashing my lips down on hers I wanted to punish her for making me want this so bad. Her whimper forced me to relent somewhat. “Wanting you isn’t the issue, I’d fuck you in every corner of my house, and everywhere else if I didn’t think it would mean something more to you than sex.” I was lying, it wasn’t just her that I was worried about, though.

  “You really should do something about that ego.” She was still fighting me and that was playing hell on my cock. Running my hand up her dress I slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties and groaned at the wetness telling me how turned on she was. Plunging two fingers in deep, I fucked her with them until she was melting in my arms.

  “I really hate you.” Saying those words in that breathless tone really didn’t make her case.

  “I know lover, I feel how much you do.” Curling my fingers inside as her pussy flooded them, she came hard. “Take off my pants.” My demand was harsh and it shocked her because her emerald eyes widened and she stiffened.

  It didn’t last long, she quickly unsnapped the button, lowered my zipper and I helped her slide them down. Her hand moved inside my underwear, gripping my throbbing cock. “Fuck, Ashley.” Pulling them down to give her better access, she worked me hard. Knowing I was going to come if she didn’t stop, I pulled free.

  Lifting her leg around my hip, my cock found home with one deep thrust, and she cried out my name. Grabbing her beautiful ass with my free hand, I thrust deep and pulled back only to fuck her harder. Her hands wrapped around my neck as her face pressed into my chest and each thrust raised her off her feet. I couldn’t get enough of this woman.

  Nothing else mattered but my pleasure and hers. It was like I’d lost all common sense as I pounded into her, claiming her as mine. “Don’t ever think,” I pulled out and slammed back in, “that I don’t want this.” The need I felt insanity, and when she came, I wanted to shout out to the world who she belonged to.

  I couldn’t hold back. I rode her hard and fast, holding her up when she couldn’t support herself, her legs locking around my waist. I lost all control, pressing deep inside her magical pussy and coming hard, letting her milk me dry. It wasn’t until I was limp inside her that I realized what I’d done.

  “Tell me you’re on the pill.” It was an amateur mistake and one I’d never made before. The thought of her having my kid did something strange to my insides, and it wasn’t horrible, but it was wrong. People should plan for kids, not make mistakes.

  Sliding from her, I pulled up my underwear and pants, and grabbed her chin to meet her eyes. “Are you protected?” This wasn’t her fault, I took responsibility, but it was my job to fix it.

  She shook her head, and I nodded. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of it.” Irresponsible was something I didn’t consider myself to be and I was pissed. “This,” I lowered my hand and cupped her hot heat in my hand, “is why you can’t be here.” Already my mind demanded I fuck her again, so I grabbed her hand, then led us out of the maze only slowing down when she pulled back.

  “My legs aren’t as long as yours, jerk.” She was pissed, and rightly so. I didn’t follow the mindset that protection was a woman’s job. She was the only woman I’d ever fucked without a condom and I’d done it twice now. The first time I’d had the common sense to pull out. A woman getting pregnant to lock me into her life wasn’t unheard of with a person of my wealth, so I always prepared. With her, I lost my damn mind.

  She snatched her hand free, and walked at her pace and I followed behind her. This had to end. I don’t know what I was thinking. “I’ll get you a morning after pill.”

  “Figures you’d know what that was.” She lifted her chin and ran into the house, obviously in a hurry to get away. I wasn’t taking all the blame and her attitude on top of knowing we’d never fuck again had me on edge.

  “Your screams of pleasure didn’t seem to be telling me to stop.” I wanted to hurt her and I hated that about myself.

  “I’m here for your pleasure asshole,” she screamed at me and tears filled her eyes at the same time. I couldn’t deal with those damn leaks.

  “Not any longer.” Walking away from her before more things were said, I continued to my study. Picking up the phone, I called T
risha again explaining the clusterfuck I’d gotten myself in. She informed me that a key was waiting for me at the apartment building, and she’d take care of the other.

  “I don’t know what it is about that little country girl that makes you lose your mind, but you need to stop.” We’d always given each other advice and most of the time it was good. I couldn’t deny that I was losing my common sense around Ashley.

  “I agree.” The words made me angry, even knowing how true they were. She was dangerous to my way of life and it had to end. “I’m going to get her moved in tonight.” We said our goodbyes, and I walked back into the living room and she was on her phone, so I waited.

  “I can’t thank you enough.” Whoever she was talking to made her smile and I was instantly territorial. When she hung up a frown found her face as she looked my way.

  “Who were you talking to?” It was none of my business but my mind refused to accept that.

  “Tom said I could come stay at his place until this mess is over.” It took me a few minutes to understand she was talking about Thomas. The thought of the two of them alone made me see red.

  “I’ve already arranged a place for you to stay.” There was no way I was allowing her to stay with another man.

  “I don’t need your charity.” She turned to walk off, and I grabbed her arm with more force than I meant to. “If you want to keep that hand you’d better take it off me.” Her grimace made me release her not words, but she was right, I didn’t have the right to tell her what to do or manhandle her.

  “So, you’ll jump from my bed to his. I guess there is a little whore in you.” I let the venom slip from my mouth without thinking and instantly regretted it. Control was something I valued and I was losing it.

  “Screw you, Sebastian. If I never see you again, I won’t regret it.” Her words were spoken softly but the hatred in those beautiful hazel eyes told me what I already knew. I’d crossed a line.

  When she walked away, I allowed it. We couldn’t be in the same room with each other without fucking or destroying each other. Her leaving was the smartest move. What did it say about me that I wanted to run after her and tie her down to my bed so she could never leave again?