Mister West

by R. J. Lewis

  “Are you into kinky office play?” I ask.

  His grin broadens. “No, Ivy, I’ve spent months thinking about touching you.”

  “And I call you Sir in these fantasies?”

  “Only because you were so defiant about it.”

  I want to take Ivy from the past – the cheeky, defiant, teasing Ivy – and punch her in the throat. Why did I ever express resistance over this?

  I’m only going to be fueling this man’s arrogance by doing so, but I’m horny now and I can feel his hard cock against my body and I want it. I want it so badly.

  “Kiss me,” I whisper. “Kiss me right now…sir.”

  Aidan’s eyes spark. He smashes his lips against mine, and it’s…everything…everything I hoped it would be. My hands come around him, fingertips digging into his back as I kiss him back. He’s good. Really fucking good at exploring my mouth. Like the kiss in the car, his movements are frantic, without rhythm. He sucks my bottom lip, teasing me with his tongue, sliding it against mine, tasting me with a deep, satisfied growl. He draws out sounds from me, too. Soft sounds I don’t recognize.

  He moves away from my mouth and kisses along my jaw. He sucks at the tender spot between my shoulder and neck, and his hands are moving everywhere. He squeezes my breast through my shirt and then bites my nipple through the thin fabric. Hot pleasure courses through me at his possessiveness. I arch my back, desperate for more. His hands slide under my shirt. I feel his fingers along my belly as his mouth comes back up and kisses me. These kisses are lighter than before. He watches me through half-lidded eyes as he skims his fingers under the waistband of my pants. My mouth parts, no sound is coming out as he runs his fingers beneath my underwear, stroking my folds.

  He nips my jaw, watching me closely. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes,” I shudder, trembling as he keeps sliding his finger up and down my slit.

  “Yes, what?”

  I look at him, my vision cloudy. “Yes, sir.”

  He lets out a harsh breath and his fingers roam over my pussy. Fuck. He teases around my opening, until I’m bucking my hips. Still studying me, he slowly sinks his finger inside me.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmurs, closing his eyes like he’s savoring the feeling. He drops his head down to my neck and sucks me gently. I’m still clothed. He’s still in his briefs, his cock hard against my side. He sinks his finger deeper, and my inner walls clench around him. I let out a soft moan as he works me, moving his finger in and out. Every time he pulls out, he’s running that finger around my clit, spreading my slickness around. Waves of pleasure run through me. I’m warm everywhere, mouth parted, only breathing when I have to.

  “Aidan,” I moan, quickly adding, “Sir.”

  His lips spread into the most devilish smile. “Yes, Miss Montcalm?”

  “Don’t stop.”

  He doesn’t. He draws circles around my clit, watching me, studying me. It’s like he’s learning me. It’s all about me, and I’m not used to this feeling. I run my hands down his chest, feeling his abs, his hips, that sexy happy trail. I’d give anything to turn the lights on and have a proper look at him but doing this in the dark is erotic in its own way. It makes me braver. He drops his forehead to mine when my touch traces along his cock.

  God, I want him inside me.

  It’s like he can read my mind. He pauses to pull my pants and underwear down. He throws them off the bed and I’m bare to him now, wearing only this thin long sleeve shirt. I reach for him, pulling him to me, back to my mouth. His finger moves out of me as he leans down and kisses me hard. “These fucking lips,” he growls against my mouth. “I can’t fucking wait to have them wrapped around my cock, Ivy.”

  Hell yes, sir.

  He moves back over me as I spread my legs for him. In a frenzy, I feel for his briefs, tugging them down. The second I wrap my hand around his length, he stills, groaning deep in his throat.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck yes, Ivy.”

  His lips are lightly brushing mine, but he’s not kissing me. His eyes are open, but he’s far away as I run my hand up and down, watching him like he did me.

  “No wonder you’re so cocky,” I whisper, pretending to be annoyed. My fingers don't even touch, he's so thick.

  He tries to smile, but he’s straining under my touch. He’s fucking huge. I suck his lip, feeling him grow impossibly hard in my hand. I want him inside me. Want him stretching me. God, it’s been so long, and even then, I’ve never felt this pent-up before. Never wanted someone as badly as I want him.

  He’s suddenly pulling away. I have no choice but to let go of his cock as he moves down my body. I watch him, hardly able to believe this is actually happening. He’s between my legs, gripping my thighs with his large hands.

  His tongue runs along my folds. He tastes me with an eagerness in his strokes. My hands shoot straight to his head, gripping him as he sucks my clit, knowing the exact spot that makes me buck wildly.

  A heavy breath escapes me. “Oh, God.”

  He sucks harder. “Do you want to come in my mouth, temptress?”

  “Yes.”

  His grip around my thighs tighten. “Yes, what, Miss Montcalm?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  My fingers dig into his scalp as he fucks me with his tongue. He’s not holding back either. He’s burying his face in my pussy like it’s a fucking meal. Holy shit, Aidan West. I can feel his appetite for me. It’s so hot, I’m going cross-eyed. He sucks my clit expertly, and it’s my tipping point. My body grows hotter. He’s building me up slowly, allowing me to savor the feeling. I pant, feeling every inch of me tense up. Pleasure slams into me, and I shake through the orgasm, not a single sound escaping me.

  I get full after-shocks. What in the fuck? My body sags into the mattress. I dumbly stare at the ceiling, in a daze. What a guy.

  What.

  A.

  Fucking.

  Guy.

  Aidan moves back up the bed. I turn to him, my hands already pawing at his briefs. I have to make sure he’s taken care of. The poor guy is harder than cement. I don’t mind it, either. I’d love to take him in my mouth, finally taste him. The thought makes me shiver.

  “Don’t worry about me, Ivy.”

  I do worry about him. I watch him in the dark as he closes his eyes. His chest is moving fast. He runs a hand over his face. He needs a release.

  “You need this,” I tell him. “Let me take care of you.”

  He shakes his head. “I’ve been jerking off to you since I met you. I’m used to this agony.”

  “Not tonight.”

  I take his hand and pull him toward me. “Come here, sir.”

  He loses all control when I call him that.

  He follows my lead, until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m on the floor before him, nestled between his spread legs. He watches me, understanding very quickly my intentions.

  His blinks are slow as he regards me. “Take your top off,” he orders.

  I slip it off and throw it on the ground. He leans over me and unclasps my bra. He pulls the straps down slowly like he’s unwrapping a present. The bra falls away and my breasts are bare to him. His gaze lingers on my breasts, and then back to my eyes.

  “I swear to fucking God, Ivy, it’s like you were made for me, you know that?”

  I smile at him, blushing at his compliment.

  He gathers my hair into his fist and tugs me closer to his cock.

  “I like it deep,” he says in a low voice. “Suck the tip slowly. Tease me, Ivy.”

  “Okay.”

  He tugs my hair sharply in disapproval. “Okay, what?”

  “Okay, sir,” I amend.

  He brings the tip of cock against my mouth and lightly runs it around my lips. “Now spit,” he orders. “Look at me, Ivy.”

  If he wasn’t looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, I might not have the bravery to do what he demands. But his wa
nt emboldens me. It silences the shy part of me. I look him in the eyes and coat his cock with my saliva. I open my mouth and wrap it around the head of him. Instantly, his body tightens as I bring him deeper into my mouth. He groans deep in his chest, his hold of my hair tightening as I suck him.

  I move slowly, savoring the taste of his cock as I stare at him periodically. His eyelids are heavy, and he’s in a trance. His mouth is parted and he’s breathing heavily as I tease around his tip. He bends over to me suddenly and wraps his arm around my waist. He hauls me back on the bed, bringing my mouth back to his cock.

  “Fuck me with your mouth, baby,” he demands, voice tight.

  As I suck him, his hand drifts down my spine. I feel him part my ass and trace along my crease, prodding at my other hole as he watches me suck him. I jolt at the feeling, surprised by the pressure.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groans. “You’re not used to this, are you, Miss Montcalm?”

  "No, sir," I groan.

  Pleasure runs through me when he calls me by my last name while he’s touching me. Is this how he feels when I do the same to him? This crazy rush? If so, I get it now.

  He runs his fingers along my pussy, using my juices to rub along that hole I’ve never explored before. Then he presses his finger against it, never pushing in far, just adding enough pressure for me to know he’s there.

  I move faster, already turned on all over again. He grips my hair with his other hand, encouraging me to move faster while I press my ass against his fingers.

  “What do you want?” he demands, gruffly.

  “Touch me, Mr West.”

  “Deeper then, baby.”

  I take him deeper and then he’s brushing his fingers along my clit, rubbing his fingers in circles. I buck, moaning along with him.

  “Fuck yeah, Ivy.”

  He builds me up, not caring when I bury my face in his lap instead of his cock. This build up is sweeter, more intense. When I come, quivering, shell-shocked by the intensity of my orgasm, Aidan’s fingers are back inside me, feeling me pulse around him. He pulls me back, settling my sagging body flat against the mattress. He spreads my legs and wraps his hand around his cock, jerking fast. His body shudders, his shoulders tense as he comes hard, aiming his load against the folds of my pussy. His chest moves rapidly; even in the dark I can see his skin gleaming under the moonlight flooding through the cracks in the blinds. He runs the wet head of his cock along my clit and sensitive skin, all the while looking a mixture between satiated and entranced.

  I watch him through bleary eyes, I’m so tired, as he takes my hand and rests it between my legs.

  “That’s us, beauty,” he tells me, voice thick with pleasure. “All our desire, all our need, all our dangerously driven madness we’ve harbored for one another coming out of us in one sweet rush. I fucking love it.”

  I run my fingers along my skin, feeling it, feeling us, and he looks back at me, a different look in his eye. He’s looking at me like he wants me all over again.

  He collapses on the mattress next to me and brings me to his side. I turn to my side and wrap an arm around him, burying my face against his chest. He’s still coming down from his high, his breaths moving fast and hard. I can hear his heart beating in my ear and I shut my eyes.

  “So much better than the quiet,” I whisper sleepily.

  “Sleep,” he whispers back.

  He brings the covers back over us, and I pass out hard.

  Twenty-Two

  Ivy

  I feel him leaving the bed in the early morning. By the time I finally have the energy to open my eyes, I find him getting ready for work. He’s in just his suit pants, striding quietly through the dimly lit room. He doesn’t want to wake me, but it’s too late now. I prop myself up on my elbow and lay my head against my hand.

  “It’s four in the morning,” I say. “Come back to bed.”

  He stops before the end of the bed, glancing at me as he slips his shirt on. His eyes run over me. I can’t grasp his mood. He’s good at hiding it and right now he’s hiding it well. I don’t know if he’s the one regretting what we did because it sure as hell isn’t me.

  “Money doesn’t sleep,” he tells me.

  “Who made that rule up?” I ask.

  “Every hungry man waiting for an opportunity to strike.”

  “It’s a stupid rule.”

  He smirks at me. The look of it reassures me. “Ivy, lay the fuck down and sleep.”

  I fall to my back and spread my arms out. “How am I supposed to sleep in this gigantic bed without you?”

  Buttoning his shirt up, he walks around the bed until he’s standing over me, looking me over me with gentler eyes. “You miss me already?”

  I remove the covers and expose my nude body to him. His fingers pause along the middle buttons of his shirt. He looks over my body, stopping at the needy bit between my legs and lets out a harsh breath.

  “Oh, temptress,” he murmurs, pained.

  I don’t cover myself. “Come to bed.”

  To my surprise, he lets go of the button and crawls into the bed, hovering over me. He drops his head to my breasts and takes a nipple between his lips, sucking gently. My hands fly to his head and a surge of pleasure rushes through me. I moan, running my fingers through his hair. He palms my other breast and squeezes it while his other hand is between my legs, already stroking at my pussy.

  “You have to take me, Aidan,” I tell him. “I can’t stand this. I need more. I need you.”

  He kisses down my body and is back between my legs, sucking me. How does he know what feels so good? This isn’t possible. My hips buck as sparks ignite through me.

  “Fuck yes, Mr West,” I groan.

  I come hard and fast and, goddamn him, he’s pulling away now. He gathers the covers and throws it back over me, covering my body.

  “Sleep,” he tells me.

  I’m limp as a noodle, still coming down from my high. I close my eyes, my chest moving rapidly as he moves off the bed and resumes getting ready for work.

  “Are you going to keep me waiting all day?” I ask sleepily.

  “You have work, don’t you?” he returns.

  “It’s Sunday, Aidan.”

  A few minutes pass. I think he’s gone. I sigh into the covers, trying to get warm. It’s good to know that money can’t buy even warmth in a massive penthouse like this. Rich folk can’t have it all.

  The bed dips and a solid body slips under the covers. Aidan’s strong arm pulls me into his bare chest.

  “You’re here,” I whisper.

  “Mm.” He kisses my shoulder. “Sleep.”

  “Now I can’t.”

  “Shh.”

  I squirm, pressing my back further into his chest. His arm is wrapped around me, his hand is by my chest. I take his hand and hold it. He lets out a soft sigh.

  “You’re still here.”

  “I can’t leave you in this apartment all by your lonesome self after a night like that, now can I?” he replies.

  “Good call.”

  “Shh.”

  I don’t shh though.

  “Are you hungry?” I murmur.

  “Hmm?”

  “I think I’m going to walk to a breakfast joint and have four waffles coated in so much maple syrup. I’m talking so much syrup, Aidan. It’ll be syrup with a side of waffles instead.”

  His chest vibrates with laughter. “Sounds good, Ivy.”

  “What do you usually have for breakfast?”

  “Coffee.”

  “And what?”

  “Just coffee.”

  “You don’t eat breakfast?” My voice comes out in a shocked hiss. I turn my head back to look at him. His eyes are already open, staring back at me. He has the sexiest smirk on his lips I want to suck right off. “I hope you’re joking, Aidan.”

  “I have a big lunch to make up for it.”

  “Breakfast food?”

  “No.”

  I frown. “I’m so disappointed in you, Mr West. B
reakfast is the best meal of the day.”

  “What do you usually have?”

  I waver, realizing my hypocrisy. “I’m usually racing to work.”

  “So…”

  “I, too, partake in a cup of coffee.”

  His brows shoot up and he gives me a look. “How dare you admonish me.”

  I turn around now to look at him, grinning. “I’m an asshole, hey?”

  “You hurt my feelings.”

  I stifle a laugh. “I’m sorry.”

  “Too late, Ivy. The damage has been done.”

  “Don’t be like that.”

  “I’m sensitive in the mornings.”

  I press a hand to his chest, pretending to look bad. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

  He doesn’t skip a beat. “You can suck my cock like you did last night.”

  Heat rushes to my cheeks. I bite my bottom lip. “I can do that, Mr West.”

  “No,” he retorts, looking expectantly at me. “You can do that…”

  “I can do that, sir.”

  His lips spread into a lazy smile as I drift down his body. He jumped into bed naked. He knew this was going to happen, didn’t he?

  He’s already hard when I take him into my mouth. In the dimly lit room, I glance up at him, and the cocky jerk has propped his pillow up and has his hands behind his head.

  “You look like a master,” I comment. “What the hell, Aidan?”

  “You’re serving me, are you not?” he replies, half-amused, half-aroused. “Be a good girl and suck my cock, Ivy.”

  I spit along his length and he groans, cursing. I’m a quick learner and already understanding what gets his cock pulsing. I take him deeper into my throat, relaxing it so I don’t gag. His hips buck and he digs his heels into the mattress, a hand flying to the back of my head. Just one look at him and I know he’s lost to the pleasure. See, this is the kind of stuff I didn’t see in the dark. Neither did I notice the countless tattoos he’s covered in. I glance at them as I take him in and out, teasing him the way he likes. They’re really nice tattoos. There’s a large one on the left side of his muscled chest that’s of a round numeral clock with gears, and the black and grey shading is stunning.