by Erika Wilde
She whimpered and trembled in response as her release beckoned, and it wasn’t going to take much to push her over the edge at this point. Grabbing on to his arms so she had something to hold on to when she flew apart, she managed a jerky nod. “Yes, so ready,” she panted.
“Fuck my fingers,” he ordered gruffly, his eyelids hooded as he stared down at her. “Do it, and I’ll make sure you come good and long and hard.”
His filthy demand didn’t even shock her, not when everything within her was urging her to move against the hand between her thighs, to ride it until he turned the burning ache into blistering pleasure. Her nails dug into his biceps as she shamelessly rocked her pelvis, as if the fingers buried inside of her were his cock, and her clit rubbed against his thumb with just the right amount of pressure and friction. And every time she thrust her hips, he stroked her a little harder and a whole lot deeper, until she lost the ability to breathe.
“Give it to me,” he said huskily, driving her closer and closer to release. “Let me feel that sweet pussy pulse around my fingers as you come.”
If those indecent words weren’t enough to make her fly apart, then the slow, cocky smile that eased up the corners of his mouth was going to do the trick. Because, oh, God, the dimple that was normally so boyish and charming was now pure sin. It was like an added injection of lust to her already overloaded senses, and it sent her careening over that final precipice.
Her head rolled back against the wall, and her eyes fell shut as her orgasm quaked through her, so strong and intense she had to bite back a scream of pleasure as endless waves of ecstasy crashed over and through her. Her legs shook as she rode out the blissful release. Her heart pounded wildly. And Aiden got his wish as her internal muscles clenched around the fingers that were still filling her up inside.
He kissed her as her body gradually pieced itself back together again after that epic orgasm. Slow, soft, dreamy kisses that made her feel oddly cherished and gave her the time she needed to come down from that glorious high.
After a while, Aiden finally eased his fingers out of her, and she forced her lashes to open so she could look at him as his lips left hers. She expected to see a smug expression on his face for the way he’d so effortlessly seduced her and had her doing bold, brazen things she’d never done with anyone else before, but the unexpected caring look in his eyes was a direct contradiction to the assertive man who’d made her fuck his fingers in order to claim her orgasm.
She found both sides to the man equally appealing.
He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from her cheek. “Good?” he asked huskily.
She exhaled a content sigh and nodded. “So good.”
“Awesome,” he said with a grin. “Because there’s a whole lot more where that came from tonight.”
He stepped back, away from her, and poof, that quickly the smile was gone. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall, and keep them there unless I tell you otherwise.”
She blinked at him in surprise. The tenderness of moments before dissipated, and bossy Aiden was back. Just that easily, her body was vibrating with renewed awareness and desire as she did as he ordered. Once she assumed the position, he walked into the adjoining bathroom. She heard him rummaging through something, then he returned, lifting the foil packets he’d retrieved for her to see.
“I only have three condoms with me, and I’m going to use them to fuck you the three ways I’ve imagined the most,” he told her.
She gave him a sassy grin, and with her hands still braced on the wall, she wriggled her ass at him, watching as his jaw clenched tight with a restraint she didn’t want. “Is this one of those ways?”
He set the condoms on the dresser right next to where they were standing. “One of a dozen ways, yes.”
“A dozen?” The fact that he’d conjured up that many different ways to fuck her was shocking and thrilling. “How are you going to narrow that down to three condoms?”
“We’re going to improvise, sweetheart, because it’s going to be a long night,” he said as he pressed his body against hers from behind and nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. His hands came around and cupped her breasts, while his thumbs flicked hard enough across her rigid nipples to make her gasp from the sting of pain. “What I can’t do with my dick, I’ll have to do with my hands, fingers, and mouth. And some of those things that I’ve imagined involve your mouth and hands. Feeling your lips wrapped tight around my cock as you suck me off is definitely on the agenda.”
She groaned at the mental image he’d painted in her mind. “I want that, too.” She wasn’t going to spend the next few hours with Aiden without knowing what he tasted like. All of him.
“We’ll get to that, but right now, I have something else in mind,” he murmured into her ear. “Something that’s going to test what a dirty girl you really are.”
Her entire body shuddered against his as he bit the curve of her neck and shoulder and he gave her nipples one last pinch before sliding his hand into the sides of her panties and pushing them over her hips and down her thighs, until they dropped to the floor at her feet. She kicked them out of her way while he took a step back. She immediately missed his warmth.
He stroked a hand down her spine, petting her like a kitten, and she damn near purred. “Lower your upper body against the wall just a bit more, and arch your back as much as you can so your ass is upturned.”
She did as he asked. No doubts or hesitation. It was as if her body was his to command, even as the position exposed the most intimate part of her to his gaze.
A sexy growl escaped him as he caressed a hand over the curve of her bottom. “God, I knew you’d have a great ass.”
She bit her bottom lip as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “You noticed?” At this point she shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d ogled her ass, but she never would have believed she’d ever been on Aiden’s radar sexually. It wasn’t as though she wore tight or formfitting clothes to outline her backside.
His hot, unapologetic grin made him look like a licentious rogue. “Oh, yeah, I did more than just notice. Every time you walked away from me at the office, I thought about running my hands over this perfect ass,” he said, stroking her bare skin again. “Whenever I saw you bend over for something, I imagined spanking it.”
To demonstrate, he smacked her bottom with just enough force to make her inhale a startled breath, then moan as the stinging burn of his handprint ebbed into an arousing tingle that spread straight to her pussy. The erotic play was so freaking naughty and so electrifying. Who knew she’d like being spanked?
“I thought about biting it,” he went on, bending down and sinking his teeth into her flesh before kneeling behind her, his thumbs dipping into the creases of her ass and moving lower, along her perineum. “And running my tongue right here in between these sweet cheeks just so I could eat your pussy. Spread your legs for me nice and wide, Daisy, so I can finally know what you taste like.”
Her brain short-circuited as she felt his damp breath in forbidden places, while she struggled with wanting his mouth on her already pulsing sex and rejecting something so taboo.
“Aiden . . .” Her voice quivered with uncertainty.
“Shhh,” he whispered as he kissed and licked the inside of her trembling thigh. “You wanted the dirty, x-rated version, baby. Don’t back out on me now, when I’m so fucking close to knowing how your pussy feels against my tongue.”
He lightly feathered two fingers along her sensitive flesh, teasing her with the promise of another shattering orgasm. “Spread your legs, Daisy,” he said again, but this time his tone was darker and more demanding, effectively shoving any last doubts from her mind.
She opened to him, widening her stance and bending at the waist even more to give him full access to anything he wanted. With a low, guttural groan of satisfaction, he launched his erotic assault on her body. As he spread her cheeks wider apart, his indecent tongue stroked along her slit, hot and possessive,
and he didn’t stop until he’d gotten a good, long taste of her and her body started to shake from the undeniable pleasure of having his mouth on her and the way he devoured her.
The need crashing through her was overwhelming, and she did whatever it took to chase the release building between her legs. She pushed back against his mouth, uncaring of her own shockingly immodest behavior, but Aiden seemed to love her uninhibited response. He groaned against her pussy as he licked and sucked at her clit as if he was addicted to the taste of her, as if he couldn’t get enough of the breathy, begging sounds she made . . .
This second orgasm was stronger than the first, deeper and more intense, like a shot of undiluted euphoria had been infused straight into her bloodstream. And when it hit, there was nothing she could do to hold back the unbridled cries of pleasure that she was certain the occupants in the next room could hear. But her release felt so damn good she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Before all those aftershocks completely receded or she had a chance to recover and catch her breath, Aiden was standing back up behind her with the order to stay right there. As if she could move on her shaking, unstable legs after that climax. She absently heard the rip of a condom wrapper, then he was back behind her, with his sheathed cock following the crease of her ass until the broad head found her opening.
He let out a primal, animal-like noise as he gripped her hips in his hands and promptly drove into her from behind, thrusting so hard that he was immediately as deep as he could go and her fingers curled against the wall for purchase. She gasped at the unexpected size of him filling her full, at the stretch and burn as her body frantically tried to adjust to the sudden invasion after three years of celibacy.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, long and loud, sounding tortured by the grip of her pussy around his cock. “I’m so sorry, but this first time isn’t going to take me long to come,” he said with a strained laugh. “You feel too fucking good, so fucking tight, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
He’d already given her two earth-shattering orgasms, so as far as she was concerned, this was all about him—and she wanted to return the favor and be that dirty girl he’d brought out in her tonight.
With her hands still on the wall, she glanced over her shoulder and looked at him while pushing her ass against his groin, deliberately provoking him, and the heat that flared in his golden eyes was intoxicating. “Fuck me, Aiden,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting. “Fuck me as hard and deep as it takes to make you come.”
“Jesus,” he breathed, clearly surprised by her filthy words, but equally turned on because he was already pistoning his hips, his fingers digging into her skin to keep her steady while his thrusts quickly escalated and he moved faster, slammed into her harder, slid deeper as his breathing turned erratic.
And God, having Aiden inside of her felt so good. Better than she’d ever fantasized. Her body hummed with desire, though she knew there was no way she’d come a third time . . . until he slapped her ass again, and not gently. It was a commanding, dominant smack that had pain blooming across her bottom and her pussy throbbing with pleasure.
“Aiden . . . ”
He didn’t respond, just kept pumping into her, fast and furiously. His body flexed and strained behind her, and when his palm cracked against her cheek again, it was like a spark to a flame, igniting her like wildfire. Quickly and uncontrollably, shocking her with the realization that she was going to come a third time.
She moaned, letting the release take her over. Her body shuddered, and she could feel her internal muscles clamping around Aiden’s thick shaft as she climaxed. It was what he was waiting for . . . because as she crested, he swore, and his next thrust was so hard and jarring she felt impaled on him. Buried as deep as he could get inside her, he wrapped an arm around her waist to anchor her hips tighter against his, his body jerking erratically as his cock pulsed inside her and he came hard.
When it was over, he collapsed against her back, breathing as though he’d run ten miles straight. His heavy body smashed hers against the wall, his parted lips puffing hot, damp gusts of air against her shoulder as he recovered.
“Holy. Shit.” His voice was gruff with astonishment.
She laughed, because the two words pretty much summed up her feelings, as well. “Ditto.”
She felt him grin against her neck in response as his hands wandered back up to her breasts, fondling them and teasing the tips with his fingers. “And just think, that was only the first condom.”
Her soft, sensitive nipples instantly peaked, and she moaned as her body stirred all over again. Oh, yes, this man was going to give her a night to remember for a good long time.
Chapter Four
Aiden dipped the bright red strawberry into the chocolate sauce and brought it to Daisy’s mouth for her to taste. With her eyes shimmering playfully, she slowly and seductively closed her lips around the tip of the fruit as she took a bite, and he didn’t even bother to hold back his aroused groan when he thought about having that lush, delectable mouth on his cock at some point during the course of the night.
He’d already fucked her twice. The first time up against the wall, and it hadn’t taken him long to regain his stamina for round two as he’d played with her tits and she’d started to squirm and grind her sweet ass against his groin while he’d still been semi-hard inside her. The second time, he’d sat down on the club chair and had her straddle his lap, so he could watch her enthusiastically ride his cock and take her pleasure however she wanted to use him, while he sucked and bit her nipples and tried to hold off until she came. Which hadn’t been an easy feat.
There had been nothing reserved about the woman who’d rocked her way to another release as she’d scored her fingernails down his chest, and when he’d lifted her up and laid her back on the bed so he could hook her legs over his shoulders to maximize the depths of his thrusts for his own orgasm, it hadn’t taken her long before she was panting and tossing her head back, then tightening her calves against his neck as she came again, with him following shortly thereafter.
Seeing her sultry sex face when she climaxed and watching the beautifully candid way in which she gave herself over to him so completely had been so incredibly fucking hot. The orgasm that blasted through him had been nearly debilitating considering how his vision had hazed and the force with which his semen had jetted from his cock in long, searing spurts that left him utterly drained.
Another holy shit moment with her, for sure.
Now, they were on the big, king-sized bed. She was sitting cross-legged across from him with the sheet discreetly draped around her waist—which he was more than fine with because she did nothing to cover her gorgeous breasts. He was reclined on his side with an arm propping him up as he fed her a snack to make sure she kept up her energy, because it wasn’t even midnight and he had no intentions of letting her go back to her room tonight.
If she’d been any other woman—like Mallory, for instance—he would have already sent her on her way, or she would have been long gone after getting off the first time. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel that normal rush to end the evening with Daisy so he could be alone and avoid small talk. There was so much about her that intrigued and fascinated him, and quite frankly, he just plain enjoyed her company because there wasn’t any pressure or expectations. She’d always been easy to be around and low maintenance compared to most of the other dates he hooked up with, and she was certainly less smothering and needy after sex.
It was a refreshing change to want to hang out with a woman, with Daisy, and he just went with it.
She finished off the first strawberry and licked the smeared chocolate on her bottom lip as she gave him a playful smile. “Who needs vanilla when you have chocolate and strawberry to sate your appetite,” she teased.
“Indeed,” he murmured, loving how content she’d looked, so happy and fucking adorable—a complete contradiction to the serious businesswoman he worked with on a daily basis.
“You, Daisy Parker, are definitely a dirty girl beneath those respectable suits you wear.” Would he be able to look at her at the office and not think about how much she loved getting her ass spanked, or the sounds she made when he’d scraped his teeth across her nipples, or how her pussy clasped him so fucking tight when she came? Probably not.
She laughed softly, her face still flushed from all those orgasms and her hair a disheveled mess around her shoulders that made her look even more debauched than just her naked, exposed breasts. “I’m inclined to believe it’s you that brings out the dirty girl in me.”
Yeah, he hadn’t held back and had made some pretty explicit sexual demands. But she’d never blanched or given any indication that he’d gone too far. “Not once did I hear that fuckable mouth of yours complain or protest when I told you to do something.”
Her eyes darkened at his choice of words, but she definitely had the kind of soft, full lips that would feel amazing sucking his dick. The thought made his cock twitch beneath the sheet around his hips.
“I liked it when you told me what to do,” she admitted, and the current puckering of her nipples backed up her claim as she held his gaze. “A lot.”
Yet for a woman who clearly had a healthy sex drive and more than enjoyed the act, she’d gone three years without getting laid, even casually. He wasn’t a double-standard kind of guy when it came to no-strings-attached encounters and believed in equal opportunity for anyone who wanted to fool around, as long as it was mutual. So the fact that Daisy had abstained for that long made him curious to know if her dry spell had been situational, deliberate, or because she was discriminant, which, of course, he totally respected.
“How come you haven’t been with a man in three years?” he asked, genuinely interested in her answer. “I have to say, after being with you tonight, I think you need to get fucked more often, Ms. Parker.” Yet even as he spoke the words, the thought of another man touching her the way he just had made him feel a little territorial. What the fuck was up with that?
