by Evans, Lily
He moves closer so I spread my legs wider making more room for his large body. He closes his teeth on the muscle between my shoulder and neck. I gasp as currents of electricity flash to my groin in pulsing waves. I want to clench my thighs together. I need to clench my thighs together, but his hands and wrists and huge body are in the way.
He chuckles. “I feel ya.” He lifts one hand and clasps the vulnerable curve of my neck. He licks his lips, watching as I drop my gaze and follow the movement of his tongue. His fist grabs a shank of my hair and forces my head back, positioning his face mere inches above my mouth. He grinds his lips over mine, taking possession, forcing his tongue inside, smothering any sounds I make as I open wide for him. He’s given me no choice. His tongue plunges, demanding my response.
He growls, smashing his lips against mine in a jaw-dropping, gut-wrenching kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth and I suck it deep. His taste overtly sensual, immensely erotic, masterful, almost intimidating with his prowess.
I rip my lips from his and stare at him with wide eyes, my blood pumping violently through my veins. “Are you just gonna play with me, Foster, or are we gonna get down to some real business?” I ask, my voice sounding strangled and slightly husky. Bringing my hands up to his shoulders, I clutch at the fabric of his T-shirt, wrinkling it between my fingers.
His finger slides along the side of my clit, not quite touching it and it makes me mad so I thrust my hips high off the desk and I hear him chuckle.
“Patience is a virtue.”
“I’m going to kill you,” I grunt effortlessly trying to move his hand closer to my clit. Full contact. I need fucking full contact.
“No you won’t.”
“Fine,” I growl. “I’ll do it myself.” My hand rushes towards my clit and he grabs for my wrists. I can’t shake him, he’s too strong.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” He pushes my hand under my bottom. “I’ve got you.”
Finally his finger slides down the cleft to my pussy and enters me in one swift motion. “So fucking tight.” He groans. “Dripping fuckin’ wet.” He plunges another finger inside me and curls them around to press at just the right spot. The marvelous little packet of nerves causes my whole body to latch onto his fingers uncontrollably and not let go. I fall back to the desk, knocking something to the floor, and my eyes close in ecstasy. My hips rise to meet his fingers, stroke for stroke.
His right hand trails down my body, his eyes heavy with concentration. His lips trail down my neck following the same path as his hand. My head drops back, giving him better access as I gasp for air. My nipples strain, reaching for his touch and he finally complies with their obvious demands. He lays his palm directly over their hardness and rubs. The calluses of his palm rub deliciously, dark, almost painfully sharp stabs of pleasure that arrow from the tips. Definitely delicious.
I let out a small cry. He moves his hand and captures my nipple with his mouth. Taking possession of my other nipple with his palm, he rubs and scrapes over the distended peak with the same thoroughness as the first until it darkens into a deep, deep shade of berry.
My breath hitches as my nipples become even more engorged and sensitive. His attention is on the verge of being too painful. He switches again as his mouth captures the other nipple and sucks it in deep. Biting down at the same time his fingers slide from my body to stroke my clit. I moan as wave after wave of sensations spread through me. I feel as if I’m going to fly off the desk as his fingers move faster and faster.
Gripping his head, the raspy feel of his well shaven head sends tingles shooting out of my fingertips. He lifts his head from my breasts leaving me feeling bereft.
“No. No. No. No. No.” I drag out the last ‘no’. “I’m so close,” I whimper, lifting up. “So close.”
“I know.”
I frown at the wicked gleam in his eyes. His fingers enter me again while I’m distracted and my ass leaves the desk. Then another finger. Oh, God, yes. I buck my hips up against him. So close. So close. “God, I’m so close.”
“I know.” His fingers slide from my body again and I growl in frustration.
“What the fuck, Foster,” I cry out. “You are so doing that on purpose!”
“I’m making you work for it.” His grin wicked. No, it’s so much more than that it’s positively evil. Like he’s rubbing his hands together and twisting the ends of his mustache evil.
“What have I ever done to you?” I pant.
“You’ve been walking around this club practically naked, shaking your tight little ass in my face for months and now I’ve got you right where I want you and I’m going to enjoy every last fuckin’ gorgeous inch of your body.”
Sliding down my body, he sits back in his desk chair with his face even with my pussy. His finger runs lightly along the swollen, pulsing flesh surrounding my entrance. “So fuckin’ hot.” He leans in and circles my entrance with only the barest touch of his tongue. “Sweet.”
“Then I’ll let you enjoy every fuckin’ inch of my body.” He sits back and traces the outer labia. “God, you are so fuckin’ swollen.”
That sounds almost fair. Emphasis on almost. I wiggle my hips searching for his fingers, for his tongue, for his mouth, anything to ease the ache.
He slaps the side of my thigh. “Lay still.”
“What…” I lick my lips. Swallow.
Pulling back my hood he reveals my inflamed clit, red and glistening with need. He circles my clit with his finger before circling it with his tongue and then clamps down on it. He fastens onto it tightly for several seconds and my breath hitches before he flicks his tongue around and around the swollen nub sending heat languidly throughout my body, his tongue determined and diabolical. Then two fingers thrust deep into me curling up and thrusting against that spot as his tongue glides up and down my dark pink inner folds not even coming close to touching my clit.
“Foster.”
He’s watches me hungrily as his fingers continue their rhythmic pump in and out and his tongue continues with its leisurely gliding path up and down and up and down taking tiny nibbles over my plump labia.
Starting to fade, I begin to soften atop his desk. I relax into his mouth’s sensual massage, being lulled by his relaxed exploration. Sliding his hands over my hips he clenches firmly over my bottom, holding me in place as he smashes his mouth over my entire pussy. His fingers thrusting deep as his teeth scrape over my clit devouring me with a smoldering intensity that sends me flying over the edge.
My muscles go rigid. My white-knuckled fingers grip the edge of the desk above my head as my hips rise from the desk encouraging his hunger and I shatter.
His tongue continues stroking my clit setting a firm, quick rhythm. I rock against his mouth, moaning and as soon as I start to fall limp, he licks me from my pulsing clit, over my perineum to just before the rosette of my ass, he sucks my clit into his mouth, bites down and the ripples start all over. His tongue lashes back and forth and side to side. He slides his hand up my body and pinches my nipple.
“Foster.” My head rolls from side to side. “I can’t.”
Rolling and tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger, my hips rise up, up, up.
“I can’t.”
“You will,” he demands in a soft voice. He grunts, bites down on my clit and pinches my nipple hard and I do.
Bam I go off again.
Just like that.
My body arches and I cry out over and over too weak and too tired to fight it.
My eyes close, my breath coming in pants. I can’t hear anything but the sound of my blood roaring through my veins. “OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod,” I just keep repeating that phrase over and over and over again. A delicious euphoria spreads throughout my body. The same kind of feeling I get after a really good show. I take that back. This is five million times better.
Finally, I start to get control of my body and lift myself up on my elbows noticing him sitting back in his chair. His chest is bare except for the thick thatch of b
lack hair that arrows down the center of his chest and those nipple rings. Those fucking sexy nipple rings. They are rings with the stainless steel ball in the center. They aren’t big, or thick, just there and—fucking sexy.
I want to play with them. Lick them. Let them slide over the tip of my tongue. Shaking myself out of my trance, I notice his well-worn jeans are undone, laying open with his proud cock jutting from the short, dark hair at the V of his thighs. His long, thick cock wrapped in his big hand with pearls of liquid seeping from the slit. His eyes lift from my still pulsing pussy as his hand continues the leisurely stroking of his erection from the thick base to the bulbous crown. His biceps bunch and lengthen with each rub of his hand. I watch his chest and ridged abs rise and fall as he takes deep, even breaths.
“Wow.” I drag in a breath at the sight. My eyes grow wide, my tongue instinctively wetting my lips. He’s just sitting there waiting for me. So sexy. “Need some help?” My mouth goes dry and I swallow hard before swiping my tongue over my lips again.
“I’m so fuckin’ hard; I couldn’t keep him in my pants any longer without busting out the seams.” He sits up and curls his hands around my ankles, with his eyes hot on mine; he begins pulling me to the edge of the desk. My hands land on his thick muscled arms. With tentative fingers, I stroke his bulging, corded biceps, shivering at the raw power there.
His head dips in and I see his eyes are amused and dark. “Something catch your attention, babe?” I watch as he lifts his hand and tugs on one of his nipple rings. “Wanna touch?”
“Can I?” The words come out raspy and feel forced from my dry mouth.
“Please do.” His mouth quirks up on the corners and I don’t even notice. I’m so enthralled with the way his thick fingers are tugging on the nipple ring.
His hands settle at my waist to steady me as I reach up with both hands and plant them right over his rounded pecs, caressing them, relishing the feel of the heated steel scraping against my palms. I stroke over his nipples and gently pull on one of the rings, his breath hissing through his teeth.
I glance up, my bottom lip captured between my teeth, my eyes worried, my brows high upon my forehead. “Did I hurt you?”
“Far from it.” He grins and it’s the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. “Put your mouth on me, sweetheart.”
I do. Leaning forward I balance myself on his chest and suck one of his erect nipples deep into my mouth. I play with the ring and ball with the tip of my tongue and giggle at the novelty. I’ve never been with a man who had piercings anywhere but in his ears.
“Shit, I should have shown you these a long time ago.” He chuckles.
“Hmm…” Is all I manage as I take the ring between my teeth and tug again, feeling the muscles in his chest jump beneath my palms, my tongue flicking over his flesh and savoring his saltiness. His flavor, his piercing, his immense sexuality turns me on. I feel naughty sitting on his desk and tugging on his piercings. I feel naughty as my flushed folds wet his desk underneath my writhing hips.
“I’ve been aching for your touch for months and months, Hailie.” He all but growls and my belly melts.
I look up through my lashes and with a strangled curse he pulls me off the desk, his hands at my waist until I’m steady on my feet.
I lean against his big, delicious body. “God, you’re so big.”
He leans in and growls, “Better to fuck you, my dear.” His lips curl in a devilish grin, his teeth wide and he makes a biting motion with his jaw, snapping his teeth together loudly.
My eyes widen at his reference to the ginormous cock between his powerful legs, arousal hums in my blood as my eyes trace over the engorged veins that run up the underside.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees.” His eyes glitter.
A wave of heat rushes through me at his words. “Kneel?” I manage with only a slight quiver to my voice. Glancing down between his wide-spread thighs to see his T-shirt spread out between his feet, my gaze slowly rising from the floor to eye level, a blush spreads across my face at his boldness.
He leans back in his chair; his gaze hot on my face as if he has all the time in the world, the twinkle in his eyes unmistakable. “How else is that pretty little mouth going to get wrapped around my big dick?” His hand glides up and down his rock-hard stalk some more.
My cheeks grow even hotter. “I…”
Before I can finish, he leans forward and grabs me around my waist, dragging me close. The heat of his mouth surrounds my right nipple. His tongue is merciless as it lashes across the sensitive peak. Cupping my other breast in his hand he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As he sucks hard on my nipple I can’t help but cry out.
“Now I want to feel your hot, wet tongue doing the same thing with my cock.” His velvety voice rumbles through me and tingles follow the same path down to my dripping pussy.
I don’t need much more of an invitation than that because I want the same thing. I want to feel his cock deep in my throat. Dropping down to my knees, I fist his cock in my hand. It feels huge wrapped in my tiny fist. Leaning forward, I immediately shove his thick piece of hard flesh between my lips, sweeping my tongue across the weeping slit and whirl my tongue on the underside of his cock before scraping over the distended veins with my teeth. I give him a demanding pull with my mouth and he stiffens even more against my tongue. Watching him with half-closed eyes, he’s savoring every moment as he continues watching my mouth stretch to accommodate his massive girth.
With one hand on the side of my face lying gently against my cheek, his thumb slides almost absently against the corner of my mouth. “God, you look so fuckin’ hot with your lips stretched and swollen and your cheeks all pink.” He growls deep in his throat as he presses into my mouth with a low groan, filling it to the brim with his cock. I gently eat at him, my tongue swirls around the head of his dick, lavishing attention, lapping up the salty flavor that continues to seep from his body.
“That’s right, Hailie. Suck me deep.”
The want coursing through me makes my limbs feel heavy and my head feel light. My pussy clenches, aches, swelling even more even though I have already come twice. And come hard at that. The cream from my body flows freely once again, saturating my thighs, dripping onto the T-shirt that I’m kneeling upon. I spread my legs wider, my knees bumping against his feet.
I soften my throat as he forces his way deeper, my nostrils flaring. His hips pump, his heavy balls hit my chin as his cock bumps the back of my throat and I groan.
“Heaven help me,” he mutters on a growl.
One hand tangles in my hair as he feeds me his length and I open, swallow, breathing through my nose to take all of him deep. I look up and watch as he throws his head back, his throat working as he swallows hard, gritting his teeth, taking in shallow panting breaths.
Just as I relax my jaw to take him further his hand fists in my hair, jerking my head away from his cock and I let him slide out of my mouth.
“You’re done?” I ask between panting breaths.
“Yep.” He looks down into my eyes.
I eye his still hard as a rock cock and retort, “Are you sure?” My voice trembles.
“Positive.” He grips the stalk of his cock in a firm grasp to hold off his imminent explosion. “I want to come inside you.” His grin turns into a grimace. “I’m dying to feel your pussy clamping around me.”
He runs the back of his fingers down my jaw, his thumb skimming over my swollen lips and I don’t think his eyes can get much darker. His deep voice hoarse. “Next time I fuck that pretty little mouth I’ll come down your throat, but not tonight.” His hand lightly surrounds my throat, his thumb rubbing up and down the front as I swallow and I know he’s thinking of his come following that same path.
I whimper, my hips roll, my buttocks clench as I imagine him shooting down my throat and the salty flavor coating my tongue. It surprises me how that image turns me on. My clit throbs even though I’ve already come now more than once
, my labia wet and swollen, and a gush of liquid rushes out of me.
“Now stand up, turn around, and bend over with your palms flat on the desk.”
I turn around and place my palms flat on the desk and glance over my shoulder to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his nostrils flaring.
I gasp as he kicks my feet apart just like I’ve seen cops do on TV. “Hey,” I drag out looking over my shoulder.
“Spread ‘em.” He winks at me and when I hesitate his brow lifts as if to say, Umm…I’m not kidding. He slaps my ass. The burn makes me wiggle as uncontrollable streaks of ecstasy shoot straight to my clit again.
“Foster!”
“Hailie!” he mocks. “I’m not going to last long,” he grumbles. “So don’t make me wait.”
I whimper again.
“That’s right, darlin’, make those sweet noises for me.” He traces the curve of my back and curls his fingers around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me back against his rock-hard erection. His hand thrusts between my legs delving between my swollen folds and pets my puffy flesh with his rough fingertips. “God, you are fuckin’ sopping wet.” With a press against my pussy’s very wet opening before his finger enters me again, slowly adding a second, I let out a sigh.
His hard body nestles against my backside. One arm between my legs and the other arm curled around my waist with his firm hand cupping my breast. His erection slides along the cleft between my cheeks. I gasp as his fingers swirl over my nipple, teasing it to a firm peak.
The next thing I know his hand is between my shoulder blades pressing me flat against the desk and his big cock is sliding inside me, stretching me open, filling me up, making me moan and cry out with the overwhelming sensation. “Fuck me hard, Foster.”
“Some of the sweetest words I’ve ever heard, babe,” he responds rough. He fucks me hard, slamming his thick, length into me. His thrusts firm, the friction sheer perfection. He pulls back and thrusts into me again and again. My pussy clamps down on his cock. He doesn’t stop; he’s relentless as he shoves his full length deep inside.