Overworked

by Dark Angel

  Kneeling on the seat, I remain still, not moving and barely breathing as I hear him kick off his shoes. I hear the rustle of his pants and I can almost picture him as he strips naked - more than anything I want to look over my shoulder at him, but I manage to control these urges. Then I feel him breathing close to my neck - as his mouth touches my skin I close my eyes by instinct, succumbing to the perfect way his velvety red lips caress the contour of my neck. Carefully grabbing a handful of hair, he brushes it over my shoulder, his kisses hiking up to my ear.

  “You’ll moan,” he places one finger over my spine, right below my neck. “You’ll scream,” his finger starts to move down, tracing the valley of my spine until it reaches my lower back. “And then you’ll beg me to fuck you,” he almost growls, brushing his fingertip over the curve between my ass cheeks. I tremble and shiver, my skin prickling as his words blanket my rational mind. Moan, scream and beg - that seems like a perfect menu, if you ask me.

  “I’ll moan and scream,” I repeat after him, the sound of my voice coming out quivering and weak. As I start to speak he runs his finger down to between my legs, caressing my wet folds gently. “And then I’ll… beg!” The last word comes out as a gasp, his finger pushing its way past my pussy lips and burying itself deep inside of me.

  Slowly, he takes it all the way out, once again running it along the length of my pussy. He only stops when he reaches my clit, first circling it and then pressing hard on it. It’s stronger than myself: I can’t help but moan.

  “That’s a start,” he whispers, running his finger down and sliding it all the way in. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me in a pendulum motion, each time his finger goes in his pace increasing. I’m moaning, and I’m doing it as hard as I can; still, the moment he slides one more finger inside my pussy I stop moaning. What I do is grit my teeth and scream through them, my eyes shut close as I succumb to the pleasant warm electricity that fills every single muscle in my body.

  He goes fast and vicious, fucking me with his two fingers until I can’t take it anymore. I press my forehead against the headrest of the seat and let out a loud and mighty scream, my muscles convulsing as pleasure rages through my veins. The moment I start screaming he turns his wrist around and, moving his fingers inside of me, presses hard on my G-spot and starts to rub me there. I scream even louder, my throat already starting to hurt.

  “Fuck me…” I whisper, the words tumbling out of my lips like a magic spell. “Fuck me, Liam…” I repeat, my voice coming out honeyed and mellow. “Please.”

  “I told you that you’d beg,” he whispers, still rubbing my G-spot and sending waves of pleasure through me.

  “Please, please,” I repeat, intoning the words like a mantra.

  “I love the way you beg, Cara,” he continues, taking his fingers out of my pussy and running them up my stomach, tracing an upward line with my juices. He goes all the way up to my face, and then presses his fingers against my lips; I open my mouth once more, eager to feel my own juices again. I suck his fingers dry as he moves them in and out of my mouth and, in an instant, it’s over: he takes them out and moves them in a line around my neck and down my back, tracing the curve of my ass cheeks with maddening patience.

  I’ve already stopped screaming, but I’m still breathing hard through my gritted teeth. But the moment he runs his finger over my ass crack, a loud moan fills my mouth. Pressing gently, he slides his finger between my ass cheeks until he finds my ass hole; there, he presses harder, drawing little perfect circles around it. Then, no warning at all, he slides it in an inch, my body tensing up like a nocked arrow.

  “Oh, God!” I mutter, a web of delight covering all of my senses. “Please, Liam… I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me now… Please.”

  Even though I can’t see him, I almost feel his mischievous grin. He takes his finger out of my ass and, in a heartbeat, he’s pressing his cock between my thighs, angling it so that its tip is pushing against my inner lips.

  I push my hips back at him and his cock pierces me like a spear, burying itself in me to the hilt. I don’t even moan or scream - for a few seconds, I even stop breathing completely, just taking in the pleasure that he’s injecting in me. His massive cock is straining against my inner walls, filling me up in a way no other man has done before, and my brain seems to be on fire right now.

  Slowly, he slides his cock out - but only to bury it in me again. He starts slowly, the whole notion of time fading away as he thrusts. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes into hours. Eternity is at my fingertips, his body on mine the most perfect thing I have ever experienced. And when he starts to thrust harder I almost explode, a cascade of moans climbing up my throat and rolling over my tongue. Not only does he go harder, he goes faster too, his thighs slapping my ass with such strength that the sound of flesh on flesh fills the whole limo.

  Lacing my waist with one arm, he lets his hand fall down to my pussy, two fingers reaching for my clit. The moment he applies just a tiny amount of pressure there, I can’t help but let out a scream so loud I’m sure I’m going to have a sore throat tomorrow. But who cares?

  I come like a madwoman, pushing my hips back at him with such ferocity that he has no other choice but to slide his cock deeper than before. I grit my teeth as his shaft lodges itself inside me, all of his length pushing back against my inner walls. My forehead is still pressed against the seat, all my muscles burning and trembling with pleasure as I succumb to a perfect orgasm. I take a deep breath, ready to rest for a few seconds, but he doesn’t even allow me that: before the orgasm has subsided he’s pistoning into me again, his body moving with such perfection that I just wish for him to keep going like that for all eternity.

  “Oh, God…” I mutter to no one in particular, my arms growing so weak that I have to support myself with my forearms over the seat. Still with his fingers on my clit, he starts to circle it with fast movements, charging my whole body with that sweet electric current of delight.

  “Come for me, Cara,” he says, his voice pushing me toward the edge. “Do it… Don’t hold back.” Just like that I come again, hissing through my gritted teeth as my body starts to convulse. I feel spent and exhausted but somehow I’m still aching for more.

  “More…” I beg of him as he starts to slide his cock out of my pussy. “I want more…”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says, placing both his hands on my waist and turning me around. I turn quickly and, now facing him, our eyes lock. His expression is one of insatiable hunger and I realize that, from this point on, I won’t have to beg him to fuck me anymore.

  Opening my legs, I lace them around his waist and pull him in; he comes willingly, offering me no resistance. Crossing my legs behind his back, I place my straight arms over his shoulders as he angles his cock so that it’s aiming right at my pussy. With a grin full of lustful promises, he thrusts, his cock parting my inner lips in the blink of an eye.

  This time he doesn’t build the rhythm - no, he goes all in right from the start, moving his hips so furiously that it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s thrusting in or pulling out. He leans in toward me and kisses me, his tongue immediately finding the way between my lips; our tongues wrestle against one another as our bodies move in a violent dance of sin and lust.

  I’m not innocent or naive, and I have a fair share of experience under my belt, but this… Oh, this is something else entirely. I’ve never been fucked like this, so hard that it feels like blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every single nerve ending I have.

  Somehow, Liam manages to go even faster then, his thighs moving so fast that it should be physically impossible. Taking his hands to my ass, he pushes my cheeks apart - moving one hand slightly, he reaches for my ass hole with one finger and starts to caress it slightly, my brain almost exploding with the sensory overload. His cock ravaging me, his finger on my ass, his chest pressed against my hard nipples… This is too much.

  I scream like a
banshee, the muscles in my neck straining to accommodate the violence that climbs up my throat. The moment he feels my body tensing up, he presses his finger against my ass more harshly and slides it in halfway, my ass clenching around it.

  Instead of letting me savor my orgasm, he simply keeps thrusting, feeding one more inch of his finger into my ass. My hands turn into claws and I bury them in his back, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even register it: he simply keeps fucking me as if he needed to do it in order to survive.

  Scratching his back, my eyelids droop as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits. The pleasure that rages through me is so intense I still can’t believe I haven’t passed out yet. His cock flies in and out of me at a furious pace, ravaging me completely as my muscles keep on spasming as if I were having a seizure. Riding pleasure’s peak, I start feeling another wave of ecstasy coming for me - two heartbeats later and it crashes against my mind, scorching all of my nerve endings and making my body go limp. If he wasn’t holding me I’d just collapse onto the floor like a used rag.

  Somehow, even though I can barely feel anything aside from the fires of pleasure, I notice his cock spasming harshly inside my pussy. He’s on the edge as well, and it’s a good thing too - I doubt I could endure one more minute of such delight. Who knew that pleasure could ever be too much?

  I sigh deeply as his cock starts to twitch uncontrollably, gushing his warm seed deep inside me. He stops moving his body as he comes, filling me up to the brim with thick ropes of white cum. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, gushing so much semen that it starts dripping out of my pussy and pooling on the floor at our feet.

  Slowly, he pulls back from me and takes a deep breath as his cock finally stops spasming. He pulls it out of me gently, a shiver going up my spine as he does it. I lean back against the seat, tilting my head back and breathing deeply; his hand goes down the side of my body and, when I open my eyes, he’s on his knees. Our eyes meet and a savage grin burns on his face immediately. Without warning, he leans forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy; reacting by sheer instinct I lay my hands on top of his head as he licks my folds, scooping his own cum.

  “Oh, God…” I whisper, his lips sucking my folds dry. He jabs at my insides with his tongue, pushing it past my inner lips and using it to lick his cum. Pulling back, he goes up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He doesn’t say a word - he just leans into me with slightly parted lips, his semen making his mouth glisten.

  I close my eyes as he kisses me, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. His salty flavor inundates me at once, and I just have to open my mouth wide. I take all the cum he holds inside his mouth, feeling thick drops of it dripping down my chin. When my mouth’s full, I finally pull back, my heart almost ready to burst.

  “Swallow,” he says with a wicked smile, drops of semen still hanging on his lips. I don’t even filter his command, I just do it. I swallow every single drop of cum, feeling it’s harsh manly flavor burning down my throat. “Good girl,” he tells me, leaning into me for one final kiss.

  Kissing me softly, he then pulls back from me and caresses my face with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on mine.

  “I don’t know what the hell just happened…” He whispers, a tenderness in his eyes. “But this was… something else.”

  “It was,” I nod, not knowing what else to say. There was a certain roughness to the way he handled me but, underneath the surface, there was a closeness that I’ve never experienced with a man before. It was as if our souls were bonding, as stupid as it may sound.

  Oh, Liam is going to be the end of me.

  Liam

  Ushering Cara into my apartment, I watch as she walks in, loving how she looks in my space. I could get used to seeing her here.

  I don’t know what the fuck has happened to me in the last few days, but I’m thinking all kinds of insane thoughts that I’ve made a point of avoiding for my entire adult life.

  I’m breaking all kinds of rules it seems. Second dates, bringing her around my family, opening up about things in my past that are so personal I’ve never shared them with anyone outside my inner circle. Literally. My family and Connor are the only people that know the details.

  Walking up behind Cara, I wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back into me with a little sound that’s half sigh, half moan, and even though we just got in on in the limo—and it was fucking mind-blowing—it makes me rock-hard. I’m ready to go again with her. In fact, I feel like I might never get enough of that sweet pussy. I could lose hours of my life—hell, fucking years—buried right there between her legs and I’d be perfectly fine with it.

  I nip at her neck. “Spend the night with me.”

  She angles her head to give me better access to the smooth flesh of her neck, and I lose myself in it, wondering what the hell I’m thinking. But I’m breaking all the rules at this point. Why not go for the one that tops the motherfucking list?

  I mean, yeah, women might crash in the guest bed after I’ve fucked them so hard and so long that they’re exhausted and spent and maybe not even able to walk out of here anyway, but I don’t actually ask them to stay. I sure as hell have never initiated a conversation and invited someone to stay over before we even fuck.

  But like I’ve been thinking all night, Cara is different.

  She turns in my arms, her hands sliding down my chest slowly until they rest on the waist of my pants, playing with my belt buckle. With her eyes sparkling with mischief, she cups my dick and squeezed gently.

  “I think an entire night with you might be just what I need.”

  I don’t say what I’m thinking. Because what I’m thinking freaks me the fuck out. I think an entire night with her still won’t be enough.

  Shoving my hands into her thick, luscious hair, I tilt her head up and cover her mouth with mine, kissing her slowly and deeply until I feel her knees begin to weaken. She clutches at my shoulders, hanging on to keep herself upright, but I save her the trouble by scooping her up into my arms. Her legs lock around my waist.

  Our tongues tangle, twining in a slow, erotic dance. A tease of what’s to come.

  Holding her up by her sweet little ass, I walk toward the hallway, my mouth never leaving hers. I lose myself in her taste, her scent, the feel of her core radiating a pulsing heat that makes my cock throb with need to be buried balls deep inside of her.

  And I stalk straight past the guest bedroom.

  All I can think is fuck that. Because if Cara isn’t like any of the other women I’ve brought here, there’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck her on the same bed as the rest of them. She deserves better than that. And I’m shocked to discover just how much I want to treat her better, give her more than I have any other woman.

  Her head falls back as I trail my tongue down the column of her neck, sucking and licking and teasing until she’s writhing in my arms, squeezing her legs tighter around my body, grinding her perfect pussy against my straining dick.

  I groan. Fuck, I want her so bad. More than I’ve ever wanted a woman. And I want her over and over and over again.

  Opening the door to my room, I carry her inside, kicking it shut behind me, and I ease the intensity of my kiss, lowering her slowly to the floor, the significance of this moment not lost on me.

  I’ve never let a woman into my bedroom. It’s too fucking personal. It shows more of me than I let people see. Yet here I am, bringing Cara right into the midst of who I really am.

  She seems to sense the shift in my mood and looks up at me, a small smile on her full lips. Then she looks around for a moment. I don’t know what I expect, but when she looks back up at me with surprise in her eyes, I know she sees it.

  “Your room isn’t like the rest of your apartment.” Just a simple observation. But the meaning behind it is clear. I think she can tell that I’m letting her in, letting her see a new side of me.

  Tearing her eyes away from mine again, she walks slowly over to my dresser, her fingers running alon
g the surface of the nearly black wood, her gaze resting on every framed picture for long moments. Pictures of my family. My parents. Me. My brother.

  She picks up one of me and Lucas from years ago, back when we were both in college, and her mouth tips up in a sad smile. My heart beats faster and my mouth feels dry.

  In that picture, our arms are slung around each other’s shoulders and we’re dressed in hideously ugly Christmas sweaters. It was for a family Christmas party. An ugly Christmas sweater party. Something ridiculous that my mom wanted to do. Normally I’d be fucking embarrassed to let someone see that, but I love that picture. It was taken before Lucas went overseas. Back when we were young and carefree and the world was at our feet.

  “I can see how much you loved each other,” she says quietly, and I feel my chest tighten with emotions I don’t want to feel.

  I nod wordlessly. This has to be one of the most surreal moments of my life. I can’t even believe that I’m letting Cara this close to me. I don’t let anyone this close. Period. Yet here she is right in the middle of the real me.

  And I like it.

  There’s a sense of intimacy with Cara that I’ve never experienced with another person. Different from what I have with my family or Connor. I can be real with her, be myself, and she has no judgment whatsoever.

  Not only am I having the most amazingly mind-blowing sex of my life with her, but I’m having fun with her. I enjoy just being with her.

  It hits me that I’m all in this thing with her—whatever it might be—and I suddenly want her to be just as all in as I am. I want to explore what this is and what it could turn into.

  Walking up behind her, I rest my hands on her hips and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Let’s get cleaned up before bed.”

  Not that I have any intention of sleeping anytime soon.

  Taking her hand, I lead her into my en suite. About time I christened that place.

  Cara

  Taking me into the bathroom, one almost as spacious as my own apartment, he slides open the glass panels that lead into the shower, and he turns the faucet on. I look around the bathroom as he does it, amazed at how sleek and luxurious everything looks, and then he’s on me. Closing the distance between us, he tucks a lock of hair over my ear and smile.