He eagerly pulled down his pants until his glorious dick sprang free. His now fully erect cock waved in the air saluting me while his six-pack flexed and twitched. My mouth watered, and my blood rushed straight to my pussy as I stood there mesmerized.
"What are you going to do?" He raised an eyebrow in challenge.
I pulled off my lace-trimmed camisole and bra, flinging both to the floor. Two confident steps and I landed on his lap. I curled my fingers around his thick shaft, clasping it tightly against my cleft. I slowly slid up and down him until my wetness coated the entire length. Breath hissed between his teeth and his fingertips pressed into my back.
His hips bucked underneath me, angling to plunge inside of my soaked tunnel. I was sure that he was ready to get to fucking, but I wasn't. Where was the fun in that? I held him by the base and hovered at my entrance, taking the tip in. He sighed. I rose off and slid him between my folds, bumping my clit along the way.
"Are you teasing me? I like it." He let out a dream-like chuckle.
"Whose dick is this?" I guided him around the mouth of my entrance before settling the tip inside of me. It took the strength of fifty horses not to slam down until our pelvises touched.
"It's yours." With a growl, he held my thighs and thrust in deep. He was unrelenting as he pounded into me over and over, his body showing me the truth behind his words.
I held on for dear life with my head tossed back and my breasts bouncing uncontrollably. My hands ran up my stomach and cupped them. I closed my eyes tightly and ran my thumbs over my swollen nipples, and concentrated on enjoying the ride. When I peered out of hooded eyes, he'd bit his bottom lip as he zeroed in on my special spot.
His pace slowed, and I took that as a cue that it was my turn to take over. His thumb made its way to my clit and rubbed in circles. I bounded on his cock with reckless abandon until the room faded to black. My body contracted and contracted before shattering into a million pieces.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, God." My eyes squeezed tightly as the waves of ecstasy flowed through me. It felt so good it scared me. I let go and rode out the sensations. I held back tears as it all ended.
"Yes. Just like that. Let it all out,” He murmured sweetly as he continued to thrust inside of me. "My special, perfect one."
He ruthlessly pumped me until I came for the second time. A sly smile spread across his mouth. Arrogant ass. But he was my arrogant ass. Wow. Mine.
He thrust deep and shuddered as he erupted. His body stiffened, and he boomed as he came. His hot, thick cum spurted deep inside me. His chest rose and dropped. I continued to sit on him until his dick softened inside of me. He stared at me in fascination.
Then I felt his fluid ooze out of me and land on his balls. Fuck. He came inside of me. In an expression mirroring my thoughts, his eyes drifted to our juncture and widened when he saw the trail of semen.
"We didn't use a condom," I said.
"I'm clean. I always practice safe sex." His hands brushed down my arms until his fingers met mine. He interlaced his fingers with mine and stroked my hand with his thumb.
"Same here. I'm on birth control."
He expelled a sigh of relief. Pulling me tight to his firm torso, I stretched out on top of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. We lay like that until our heartbeats slowed.
"This is no longer a work thing," he murmured against my temple.
Garrett
Seven months ago . . .
The four walls knew my secret, and if they could talk, they would reveal what I don't want to admit to myself.
Rich exotic florals wafted from a bouquet while rose petals and flickering tea lights lit the path from the marble entry to the oversized bed. On a white tablecloth, a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries rested next to a silver ice bucket. A small wired brass basket contained tubes and containers necessary to make the evening's activities fun.
I'd angled the hotel's club chair to face the door before taking a seat. The only sound in the space was the ice cubes clinking as I slowly swirled my glass of whiskey. I lifted the tumbler of the caramel-colored liquid to my lips. My anger simmered beneath the surface, and nothing could chill it. Not even the frigid temperature of the ice kissing my mouth.
Three months later, our secret trysts were confined to dark, isolated spaces.
Just when my impatience had reached its peak, the magnetic card entry system clicked. The tap of her four-and-a-half-inch stilettos echoed against the cool marble floor. She'd worn a long black overcoat buttoned up to the collar. Her crystalline eyes transfixed on mine as she slowly unfastened each button, prolonging the anticipation.
Once unbuttoned, she threw the floor-length coat on a neighboring marble and steel entry table. My breath hastened as she stood before me wearing a crimson bra that pushed her ample breasts into two palm-sized globes. The matching G-string panties disappeared between her toned ass cheeks. On her feet were the pair of stilettos with distinctive red bottoms tilting her forward and emphasizing her flawless ass.
Berry-red lipstick outlined her perfect pout, and my cock sprang to life. I wanted that lipstick smeared all over me. My cock shoved into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat, and tears fell from her steely blue eyes would serve as an ideal punishment for making me wait.
"You're late," I scolded.
"I know. I couldn't help it. We both know you would have waited all night."
"We both know I'll do anything for that cunt."
"You're such a romantic devil. I should have picked a more patient fuckbuddy." Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I recognized the playfulness in her tone and watched as she surveyed the cart's contents before selecting a crystal flute and filled it with champagne. After biting into a chocolate-covered strawberry, she chased it with a gulp of the golden fluid.
My impatience got the best of me as it was hard to control my desire. I loudly patted my hands against my thighs. She ignored me, directing her attention on the champagne and strawberry.
Her reaction summarized our relationship. I desired her. I needed her. She denied me.
She didn't look at me as she nibbled off the cart. "I'm leaving before midnight. I can't stay."
I beckoned with my finger, and she ambled over before straddling my lap. "That's why you arrived wearing next to nothing." I growled when she pushed her pussy against the ridge of my clothed cock. Colette was a breath away from my lips. Her hand stroked my chin as we gazed at each other.
I tipped the flute to her lips, pouring the remaining contents into her eagerly awaiting mouth. I gingerly placed the glass on the table before I leaned in and ran my nose from her ear to her long, lithe neck, inhaling along the way. Like her personality, her perfume was expensive and sinful. She tilted her head back, an invitation to continue.
I grabbed handfuls of her ass as she swayed over my cock. We both hummed in appreciation as she rocked against me at a faster and faster pace. My cock was hard as steel and throbbing and yearning for release. I didn't want to come in my pants. I let her use me to get to the brink before I stood with her on my lap. She groaned as I interrupted her chase to orgasm. Her body slid against mine until her feet thumped noisily on the floor.
"You were late. I decide when and how." I walked her backward until the backs of her legs hit the mattress. "I fuck you crazy and then send you home. This is what you wanted. Remember?"