Nightie Night: The Lingerie Series (Stir Sticks & Stilettos)

by Hines, Yvette

  I pressed deeper into his hand, needing more contact. There were too many damn layers of clothing keeping me from his touch.

  “Kalan, if you plan to stop me from fucking you here and now then I suggest you get your things and leave.” He was staring at me, one hand still tangled in my hair and the other holding my breast.

  Shit, did he really expect me to think with him surrounding me in such a way? Not that I needed my thoughts at the moment. I had fully given charge of my body to my loins when he held my hand. I searched his gaze, beyond the passion of the night that was evident, but looked for something else. Did I want to hold out for a deeper emotion or question him about his intentions toward me?

  His arms went slack and he began to slide away from me. “I don’t want to pressure you to do something—”

  “Kiss me again, Aaren.”

  Lifting an eyebrow, he stared at me for a brief moment then pulled me into his arms. This time his kiss wasn’t fierce and overflowing with unreleased passion, but gentle. He seemed to cherish me with his mouth. The kiss reminded me of what I had hoped my first kiss would be—light with soft brushes of the guy's tongue over mine. He nibbled along the edge of my lip so tenderly it caused me to shiver. The hot bubbling heat that had been roaring in my stomach had become an intense warmth that seeped into my blood stream and made me feel alive, treasured. Men had wanted me before. They and I had felt high levels of lust that caused us to throw caution to the wind and be reckless, but none of them had made me feel precious.

  When he pulled away and looked at me, he asked, “How was that? You get the answer that you were looking for?”

  Smiling, I nodded. “And then some. To answer your question, I’m not going anywhere.”

  His chuckle filled the room. “That’s good to know.” With his lips on my mouth, he pulled me against him, flattening my breasts against his chest.

  My nipples tightened to hard points beneath my corset and my sex ached.

  Tingling sensations of pleasure raced between my legs when I felt his hand on my thigh. He caressed my skin, rubbing the tops softly as he traveled under my skirt, pushing the material higher.

  I wanted to feel his touch on my pulsing sex, but we were both constrained by the snug line of the pencil skirt.

  Frustrated, I gripped the side and dragged the skirt up.

  “Garters and thigh-highs…oh, blue eyes. You’re such a naughty girl.”

  “What can I say…? I’m addicted to sexy things.” I caressed his chin with a finger.

  “Aren’t I glad.” He kissed the tip of my finger.

  Leaning back, I said, “Touch me.”

  “I love a woman who can tell me what she wants.” His eyes were bright, a compliment to his wicked smile.

  “I want you, Aaren Reston. Is that clear enough?” Tilting my head at a sassy angle and arching a brow at him.

  “Hell, yeah.” Grabbing my hips, he pulled me into his lap. “Come here, beautiful. You’re too far away.”

  I giggled, feeling exhilarated. Men didn’t usually move me around as if I didn’t weigh but a few pounds. Aaren had the ability to make me feel delicate and prized in his hands.

  Straddling his legs, I pressed my knees wide into the cushion on the couch and forced my skirt up to my hips. There was a slight tearing sound, but I didn’t care when I felt his warm palm glide up the inside of my thighs.

  Lowering his head, he kissed and nipped from my neck to the rise of my breasts over my lingerie. Between the feel of his mouth on my skin and his hand playing at the edge of my panties, I was lost.

  “Oh.” I moaned.

  Then his finger breached the satin barrier and slipped along my wet, bare folds.

  “Ah.” I thrust against him.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so damn wet.” He groaned.

  Cupping his face, I looked into his fascinating eyes. “I can’t help what being around you does to me.”

  “Kalan, I don’t even want to know if you’ve been like this over these last six weeks.” He brushed over my clit.

  My hips bucked. Longer.

  However, I wasn’t ready to confess just how long I’d been hot for him, instead I said, “See how much time we’ve wasted.”

  “Not another minute.” He placed his lips on mine as his hand moved further along my sex and a finger slipped in my pussy.

  Giving in to the kiss and fondling, I buried my hands in his thick brown hair as I rotated my hips, pressing him deeper inside me.

  Taking his cue from me, he palmed one of my ass cheeks as he worked his finger in and out of my pussy. Still he assaulted my mouth with his demanding kiss. This man was consuming me.

  My core ached with the budding orgasm that was pushing me close to the edge. I ground my pelvis down, needing more of him in me as I pressed against his hard cock. I needed him to free my mouth so I could tell him I wanted that stiff shaft filling me.

  Pushing his chest over mine, he forced me to lean back, way back.

  Pulling my lips from his, I panted. I was teetering over his legs. Nervous I stared at him as I gripped his shoulder to keep myself balanced.

  Moving the hand on my ass to the center of my back, he spread his thighs wide, forcing mine to part further.

  “Aa-ren…um?” I wasn’t a slight woman. I’d had boyfriends in the past that had tried some things that had us both toppling to the floor or ground.

  “Trust me.”His gaze held mine. His words were not a question, but a command. “I stopped playing with toys a long time ago.”

  Aaren was showing me that he was a man who knew the merit of the woman he held.

  Without answering, I released my death grip on his shoulders and slid my hold down his arms to his thick biceps.

  He smiled and removed his finger from my sex. Then with a wicked smile, he pressed not two, but three inside of me. In and out, he glided them through the cream coating my walls and forced my pussy to take them.

  “Ah!” I didn’t scream out of pain, but from the pleasure of the stretching. His fingers were thick and long, broader than the slim dildo I used on a morning basis since he’d come to work for the company. That erotic accoutrement was nothing compared to the satisfaction Aaren was bringing me now.

  “Shit, your pussy is so tight. Fuck my hand, Kalan.”

  I didn’t realize I’d stopped moving. Heeding his words, I began grinding and bouncing along his finger. I was taking my enjoyment from him. Here I was balanced on his knees, my skirt bunched around my waist, held in his strong hands as I hovered above the coffee table filled with empty mugs of wine, laptops and company printout as my climax rushed in on me.

  “Aaahhhhhh!” Coming hard, I screamed, hearing my echo of gratification around the office.

  “That was the most captivating sight I’ve ever seen. Your pussy is all swollen and wet.”

  Struggling through the haze of euphoria, my sex still pulsing and quivering around his fingers, I looked down between my legs. I was shocked to see him lowering his head over my pussy. When he licked my clit, circling the sensitive flesh, I responded on instinct.

  My thigh clamped up on the side of his head, locking him in place. “Ohmygod,” I mumbled.

  Removing his fingers, he was undeterred as he pulled the crotch of my panties to the side to reveal the delicate kernel. He continued to pile my clit with determined strokes. Closing his knees beneath my ass, he pushed me higher against his ardent mouth.

  I couldn’t hold back the second orgasm that came crashing down on me as I pumped my sex against his tongue.

  With a final lick, he lifted his head and pinned me with his heated gaze. “I do believe I’ve discovered the one thing that smells and tastes better than Gino’s lasagna.”

  My laughter came out broken as I floated back to earth after the mind-boggling orgasms.

  Helping me up, he kissed me slowly and allowed me to taste my own savory essence.

  “Um, I taste good on you,” I whispered. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I cupped his c
ock. With my fingers, I felt along the encased length.

  He groaned. His deft fingers unbuttoned my blouse. “I think we need to get you out of some of this before we damage any more of your clothes.”

  Pushing up from his lap, I placed my feet to the floor with his hands at my hips steadying me. Stepping to the side, I undid the cuffs of my blouse and then allowed the gauzy material to flutter to the floor.

  Staring into his face, I enjoyed seeing the heat in his gaze as he watched me disrobe. When I finally wiggled out of my clinging skirt, he whistled.

  His gaze roamed slowly over my body, taking in my thick curves as well as the magenta Satin and Eyelash Lace Corset I was wearing. I bit into the side of my bottom lip trying to control my smile. I had a huge addiction to sexy underwear. Finding a store that catered to full-figured women was like finding a piece of Belgian chocolate after being on a diet for six weeks.

  “Wow. I love it when a woman has a hot body to go with her pretty face and brains.” He winked at me.

  I let the smile stretch my mouth, liking how much he admired my curves and my intelligence. Still keeping my heels on, I stepped out of my clothes around my ankles and leisurely turned, like a model on the catwalk, revealing the back to him.

  “Oh, doll, if I’d known…” His voice drifted away.

  I glanced at him over my shoulder with a sexy, pouty look.

  The heat of his body caressed mine as he rose behind me, stroking the bare skin of my ass, left uncovered by the g-string resting between the crease of my cheeks. I leaned back into him.

  “The things I could think about doing to your lush ass if we had the time, Kalan.” His words were husky and rough, like he’d drunk a shot of whisky and the potency caught him off guard.

  Knowing I did that to him made me high off the power of my sexuality. Grinding my ass against his firm cock, I said, “I guess we have something to look forward to next time.”

  That was the most I would admit to let him know that I wanted more than this one night.

  He growled. Turning me around, he laid a fierce kiss on my mouth. Pulling away, he said, “Don’t awaken the bear, honey, unless you’re ready for the beast.”

  My heart raced at his words. I wanted to experience that part of Aaren, unleashed. “Don’t make promises unless you’re ready to keep them.” I palmed his sex and squeezed, not waiting for him to respond.

  He groaned.

  Satisfied he understood that I was a grown woman that could handle anything he wanted to give me, I said, “Please tell me you have a condom.”

  Before things went further, I wanted to make sure we would both be protected. I wanted kids bad, just not by an accident in the heat of passion.

  “A condom.” Reaching into his back pocket, he removed his wallet. “I feel like a teenage boy. Having sex in clandestine places with my lucky condom,” he joked.

  I laughed, feeling the same way. I was never this wild and spontaneous unless I’d been with a guy for a few months.

  He slipped the condom out from behind his driver’s license. He held the gold square before me then tossed it and his wallet on the table.

  “Now, I can proceed. I believe it’s your turn.” I lowered myself to my knees. “Let me help you out of these pants.”

  His belt and fastenings were no match for my nimble hands. Soon, I had his slacks and black boxer briefs around his ankles. I gasped at the sight of his hard dick before me. The coarse brown hair was trimmed low around it. Eyeing his girth, I understood why he used three fingers on me; he was preparing and stretching me to take his cock.

  Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I practically sighed at the feel of the steel warmth I held. It seemed like I’d dreamed about this so long that if I had not had two orgasms brought on by Aaren’s hands I would think I was asleep.

  I taunted him stroking his thick length from base to crown. Leaning forward, I glided my tongue over the top and collected the pearl bead resting there, tasting him. Gazing up at him, I moaned aloud.

  Silent, he combed my hair back from my face.

  Still pumping his cock, I watched his lids lower and shield the passion in his dark gaze.

  Wasting no more of our time, I swirled my tongue around the crown. Around and around I went, just long enough until he got used to the rhythm and pattern. When his eyes closed, I inhaled, relaxed my throat like I was prepared to hit a soprano note and deep throated him.

  “Shit. Ah, fuck.” The words broke from his mouth, raspy and loud. His hand fisted in my hair.

  I felt the sting to my scalp and took it as a sign of his overwhelming pleasure. I still needed the hand around the lower half of his cock. He was way too much man for me to swallow. Not letting up, I worked my throat as if I were swallowing then caressed the underside of his dick with a wave of my tongue.

  His other hand rose and cupped the side of my face.

  Hollowing my cheeks against his palm as I sucked hard, I grabbed his firm ass with my free hand. Pushing against the tight glut, I showed him what I wanted.

  Taking my cue, Aaren started thrusting into my mouth.

  I hummed my pleasure, allowing the sound to vibrate around his sensitive skin.

  When his grip tightened on me, I began bobbing my head in tempo as he pumped his cock deep in my mouth. Like a perfect harmony, we brought him to the point his thighs were quivering against me. I wanted to take him over the cliff into ecstasy, but he pulled away.

  “Enough, sweetheart. I’m ready to put that condom to use.”

  Releasing him, I licked my lips. They felt swollen and raw. Not only from the act I just performed, but his kisses too.

  “Come here, beautiful.” He assisted me to my feet.

  Standing before him, I was still four inches or more shorter than him in my heels. Grabbing his shirt, I unbuttoned it and helped him remove it then pulled his undershirt over his head. Leaning forward, I placed kisses all over his broad chest. “You are one sexy man.”

  “A horny man.” Swatting my ass, he stepped around me and grabbed the condom from the table. Quickly tearing the corners of the foil with his teeth, he donned the moist sheepskin in seconds.

  Starting to unhook my garter straps, he placed his hand over mine halting my movements.

  “Leave them on.”

  “Okay.”

  Lacing his fingers with mine, he walked me back to the couch and guided me into a kneeling position. Pressing his lips to the shell of my ear, he said, “You may want to hang on to the arm, brace yourself.”

  Smiling at him over my shoulder, I situated by body so that I was facing the side of the furniture and dipped my back low to lift my ass high. A frisson of heat ignited in my core and sizzled up my spine. This was one of my favorite positions. I always enjoyed the deep hard thrust a man could give in this angle, hitting me in all the right places.

  Aaren climbed up behind me and took hold of my inside leg and brought it up to the back of the couch. The side of my knee and the lower half of my leg rested along the top, my shin pressed against the cool wall behind the couch. I was open, exposed to him.

  “Perfect.” One of his hands caressed my bare shoulder and moved down the laces along the back of my corset until he reached my ass.

  “Are you enjoying your view?” I wiggled under his touch.

  “Definitely.” Leaning down, he kissed one ass cheek then the other. Taking hold of the string of my panties, he pulled it to the side then began pressing the thick head of his cock into my sex.

  “Oh, goodness.” I sighed with pleasure as my wet pussy opened greedily to take in his thickness.

  He slipped out and then worked himself deeper inside of me.

  My sex still seemed too tight to receive all of him, even with his earlier priming. The large size of his dick was a testament to his endowment. Relaxing my walls, I pressed back on his length as he pushed in then flexed around him.

  I moaned.

  He groaned.

  Three more thrusts and he was finally buried fully
inside of me.

  Laying his chest along my back, he slipped an arm around my waist as he placed his other hand beside mine on the arm of the couch. “You feel so good around me, sweetheart. A wet, tight paradise.”

  Lifting a hand, I cupped the back of his head and turned until I could kiss his sexy mouth. Hearing his words had my body buzzing toward another orgasm.

  Grinding into me, he pressed a little further. I gasped at the pleasure/pain. Soon, I was in heaven. My nails dug deep into the side of the material of the couch as he fucked me vigorously.

  I didn’t stop kissing him as I rode his long hard dick. Every time his hips pistoned forward, my pussy was there to greet him. He stroked me in the perfect spot that curled my toes and had me panting into his mouth.

  “Fuck me harder.” I whimpered against his lips. I wanted all this man had to give.

  “Until you come all over my cock, Kalan.” Lowering the hand around my waist, he cupped my sex. With a firm squeeze, he ignited the heat in my clit.

  I quivered against him. I’m so close. “Yes. Yes. Just like that.”

  His hand slipped under the satin triangle covering me and began fingering my clit as his thrusts became more forceful, precise. He hit that spot that made me sing.

  Screaming, I called out his name and the Lord’s as I pleaded with either of them not to let the pleasure stop. I wasn’t sure if I was being blasphemous or not, but at that moment I knew that I had not only opened my legs to Aaren but my heart as well. As one orgasm became two, I knew there wasn’t a possibility that I’d ever be the same after this night. Aaren had ruined me for all others.

  Leaning back, he gripped my hips, spreading my ass with his thumbs giving himself more room to pound into me. With both hands, I gripped the couch and braced myself, keeping steady for him to achieve his pleasure.

  When he groaned out his release, holding me tight against him, I smiled. There was nothing better than finding out that a man I cared about was sexually compatible with me.

  We remained in that position, both of us breathing hard as the sound of the night traffic filled the room. I realized that I had forgotten about the world in Aaren’s arms. Perfect.