by Soraya Naomi
She stops moving and so do I. Somehow, I want to set her at ease.
Mary mulls over her response and then she surprises me again, because I was preparing for an argument, when she utters, “Sorry. But she’s—never mind.”
Good. I don’t want to talk, and Jordana is no one of importance.
“I actually came to have a drink with Rosalia, so I should get back to her,” she comments unexpectedly, passing me and opening the door.
But I spin around, my arm shooting out to shut it again as I press my front to her back. “I’m not done with you, Montesi.”
At this point, there’s only one way to banish my wayward thoughts. I need to fuck her. Hard and brutal. I want her sheathed on my cock.
Her chest is heaving when she turns her head with infinite slowness as I rake my fingers down her arms, eager to feel her pussy this time. My blood is rushing down south at the speed of light while the contours of her backside mold into my groin.
I push firmly against her, her right arm trapped between her body and the door. My arm snakes around her waist, and I skim my palm up the inside of her thigh as she parts her legs, her head falling back against my chest.
Her breathing increases, and I lick a path up the side of her neck and suck her lobe, stroking her hip and bunching her dress up to the apex of her thighs, rubbing her panties in slow circles before nudging the material aside and exploring her wet, hot, almost-bare pussy.
Mary grips my arm that holds her around her middle, absentmindedly tracing my cross tattoo, her touch fucking turning me on. She’s being dragged into my fantasy, briefly forgetting where she is, driven by lust as well.
“Kiss me, Mary.” I nip her jaw, and when she turns her head, I claim her mouth, demanding entry that she has no choice but to give.
Pulling her against the rigid length of my erection, I ease a finger inside her, one inflexible thrust, and then my tongue invades her mouth. Massaging and tasting.
I groan as she opens her legs wider, and I graze her inner walls, plunging my finger in and out. Wild and rough. With a stiff cock pushing against her ass, my palm skims up to cup her breast, and I add another finger as she whimpers loudly and breaks our kiss. She watches me, and I want to demolish the goddamn intimacy she’s creating, yet I don’t want to stop.
“You love my fingers inside you. Have you fantasized about fucking me, baby?”
In reaction, she moans while riding my hand, and all the while, my cock is leaking.
Christ, I want to fuck her mouth, but this door’s unlocked and someone could come in at any second.
Only, given that this room is soundproofed and no one outside of it can hear us, I willingly take an enormous risk. Because stopping isn’t an option for me anymore, and my common sense has absolutely left me as I crave to release inside her mouth. But first, I want to bring her over the edge. To the brink of insanity. Since what we’re doing is insane.
Desire explodes as we writhe into each other, and I drive my tongue inside. Teeth clash and I bite her lower lip, rubbing lazy circles over her clit as Mary breathes raggedly, arching her back, seeking more pleasure.
With a flick of my finger, I unfasten my pants and widen my stance to let my hips catch them. My cock is hard as steel, pointing at Mary as she glances down. I guide her hand to wrap around my dick, showing her how to pump me, and when she grips me with force, I growl while my mind churns with arousal. I slide a finger into her again, determinedly circling her with my thumb.
“Ah damn!” she groans, closing her eyes before she shudders, her pussy throbbing under the sensual onslaught my fingers evoke.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” I whisper, plunging into her and capturing her mouth again in a searing kiss.
Completely flushed, she reaches her peak and starts jerking my cock just as hard as I finger her. Her unrestrained passion is insanely sexy, and I reach for the highpoint with her.
“Oh, Henry,” Mary moans, as we grind into each other, throwing her head back while she continues to pump me and bucking against my hand as she surrenders to me.
“Suck my cock,” I order, forcefully tangling my hand in her curls and guiding her down. “Make me come, baby.”
Kneeling down, Mary licks the head of my erection as she looks up with sultry eyes, and I hold her hair at the roots, driving the length of my cock inside her mouth.
“Christ, your mouth...” I growl and hit the back of her throat while she wraps a hand around the base, pumping without restraint.
Need twists in my veins as my other hand shoots out against the door to steady me while I keep her hair in a tight grip and fuck her mouth with rough thrusts. Carnal pleasure overrides until I feel my shaft pulsing with an orgasm, and I release with a low groan while she sucks and licks. A shadow of primitive satisfaction sweeps through me. It’s dark and devilish, and yet I don’t give a fuck.
“Swallow,” I tell her, and she obeys as I guide her up.
Her lips curve up when I bend down to kiss her, but then we hear someone entering the adjacent security room. Thank god the door’s closed. I leap away from Mary, buttoning my pants as she rights her dress and runs a hand through her ruffled hair.
“Where are Henry and Logan?” I hear Adriano’s voice, and Mary’s eyes widen, so I yank her with me to the elevator in the office, which will take her to the first floor’s back entrance. When I press the button, it glides open instantly and she bustles inside.
Leaning in, I cup her face, giving her a brief, hard kiss. “Go out via the back entrance and text me when you’re in a cab.” Then I pull back, giving her ass a firm squeeze and whispering, “Next time, I’m going to lick your pussy, baby.”
As I slip out, the door to the security room opens and Adriano saunters in. Mary flattens herself against the inside of the elevator when Adriano crosses the room, so I move away from it.
My pulse is still pounding in my ears as he assesses me. “Where did you come from?” And he shifts closer to the elevator.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Mary standing like a statue, dead silent, as he walks to me, and I take two steps forward.
“Downstairs,” I reply. “I just needed to go over a few minor things with you.” The door closes as if I just got out, and he takes his chair, not noticing my frazzled state.
Fuck! That was a close call.
Adriano may not interfere in personal lives, but it won’t go over well if he ever finds out I let his sister suck my dick in his office.
Nevertheless, it was well worth the risk. I’ve never waited to fuck a woman, but Mary makes this process much too enjoyable. She also never hounds me, calls me, or follows me like other women do, and it’s making me crave her more. As my blood flows back to my brain, sanity and caution return, although concentrating on work will be impossible.
There’s a trail of worry coursing inside me. I don’t like her being alone outside at night, and when she doesn’t text me as I instructed, it fucking bothers me much more than I want to acknowledge. That feeling only she awakens in me alarms me; however, I will take what I want – my cock is too preoccupied with this one woman not to.
CHAPTER 13
Mary
The elevator door swooshes open, and I go through the hallway that leads to the back entrance. Passing the double doors to my left, I hear the soft bass of the music from the club on the other side of them before they open and Jordana almost stumbles into me as she shoulders past me.
So I spin around, grabbing her biceps and turning her to face me and snarl, “Seriously! You want to go there now? Don’t passive aggressively push past me. We’re not in high school. If you have something to say, just say it.”
Her eyes widen a touch before I release her. “I have nothing to say. Henry will tire of you soon, and then he’ll come back to me.”
In reaction to her glare, I smile, making her nostrils flare. Turning on my heel, I throw back, “Don’t count on it, baby.”
When I reach the exit, I push down the door han
dle and a gust of wind cools my burning limbs as I step outside into the Chicago night.
I easily put Jordana out of my mind because I’ve witnessed that Henry doesn’t return her affection. Rounding the corner to access the main street, I cross it to hail a cab as people walk out of the front entrance of the club and a few cars blaze by.
I shiver, having the sense that someone’s watching me, and instinctively reach inside my dress pocket for my phone while scanning the area but don’t spot anyone. I quickly get inside the first cab I see, shaking my head and giving my address.
I’m just being paranoid.
In the meantime, I swear my core still tingles. Henry makes my body submit to his every command in an exceptional way, and I didn’t know this kind of all-consuming pleasure existed.
Yet I know Henry better than I care to admit, so I decide that I won’t text or call him but instead, I’ll let him come to me. While at first, I was adamant to not have sex with him, I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist his seduction any longer. He’s entertaining my advances now that I’m single, and I celebrate in the attention he gives me, wondering what kind of other pleasure he has in store for me.
I hope and anticipate that if I don’t push him, he’ll be drawn to me. Even though I know, as of now, he only sees me as a conquest.
CHAPTER 14
Henry
After Mary left Adriano’s office, she didn’t text me like I told her to. Therefore, the minute I’m free, I’m darting out of the club to my car and speeding through the downtown Loop toward a glass high-rise where a certain beauty lives. This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to know how a woman’s doing after I’ve had my way with her, sort of, and she brushes me off. The irony isn’t lost on me.
I park in front of the skyscraper and am pissed that the building’s front entrance door is unlocked. Apartments for these prices should have better security, and I’m not sure her brothers know about how badly her building is safeguarded.
I ride the elevator up to Mary’s floor and when I reach her door, I take my wallet from my back pocket and slide out my credit card, placing it into position to force the bolt down. Jiggling the lever back and forth, I maneuver the card until it pops open.
She needs better fucking locks!
Quietly, I sneak inside. The apartment smells of her, a sweet perfume lingering, and is painted in lively colors of green and orange, just as vibrant as she is. From the end of the hall, her dog comes bounding at me and I see that Mary’s bought her a bunch of toys that are strewn around.
Strawberry tries to sniff my leg, but I step backward and stare at her blandly. “You should be barking when strangers come into the apartment, little one.”
She just lifts her rear and plops down as if to give me her version of the finger, and I can’t help but smile.
A door is slightly ajar to my left, so I inch it open and enter Mary’s bedroom. She’s sound asleep on a framed bed with white sheer curtains that are tied at the posts. Closing the distance, I watch her sleeping form. She looks so peaceful, lying on her stomach, her knee peeking out from under the blue covers. When I see that she’s okay, my worry lessens.
Then I notice the dressing table filled with makeup and jewelry and a square mirror with scarves draped over the top corners. That’s when I realize – I’m in a woman’s bedroom for the first time. The reason I never go home with them is because I don’t care to know about their lives or how they’ve decorated their private living spaces.
What the hell am I doing here? I’m thinking too much with my dick.
Momentarily freaked out by my epiphany and deciding to let her sleep, I turn around but halt dead in my tracks when Mary stirs, speaking in a throaty whisper, “Henry...”
My gaze lands on her again while I feel a grin pulling at my lips, and I’m motionless as she rolls over onto her back, the sheet pulling down to her hips. Her copper curls are fanned out on her blue sheets, and she’s wearing a sheer, fucking sexy black nightgown that makes me forget all about how unnerved I was just moments ago.
Seems like Mary may be filled with that same inexplicable desire I am, and before I know it, I’ve situated myself on the edge of the bed and am combing her hair from her forehead with my fingers, observing her smooth, fair skin that’s flushed from her dream.
Softly, I say, “Mary...Mary.”
Her eyes fly open, and she shoots upward into a sitting position and tries to shove me, yet she’s no match for me. When she brings her hand back for a slap, I capture her wrist, drag her up, and spin her around, trapping her inside her own crossed arms. She struggles and squirms, gyrating her ass against my crotch and making me groan.
“Jesus Christ, Mary! It’s just me,” I tell her.
And at the same time, she spews, “What the hell are you doing here?!”
CHAPTER 15
Mary
My legs are spread wide with Henry’s thick, black hair between them as I clutch the strands, pushing myself against his tongue.
“Mary...Mary,” a faraway voice calls to me, and I wake immediately, blinking at a shadow that’s hovering over me.
I sit up and push against the intruder, trying to knock him off the bed, but the second he seizes my wrist and effortlessly flips me around so that I’m astride him, facing away, I recognize Henry’s ocean fresh cologne.
“Jesus Christ, Mary! It’s just me,” he says, holding me trapped with his arms surrounding me.
“What the hell are you doing here?!”
His arms open as I turn around, and he goes to his full height, his muscles rippling through his deep purple dress shirt as he completely ignores my question.
“How did you get in?” I ask.
“It was way too fucking easy,” he responds with bite. “You have the worst locks.”
“That’s not an answer,” I counter, exhaling loudly and climbing out of bed.
Henry places his hand on my hip, dragging me toward him. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You didn’t text me.”
That’s sweet. “You could’ve called or texted instead of breaking in.”
Amusement twists his sensual mouth. “But then I would’ve missed your dream.”
I look up fast, in shock, while his palm burns into my side, only a thin layer of satin separating our bare skin. His silver-grey eyes cloud with lust as he watches my throat when I swallow.
Shit, I was probably talking in my sleep.
When he dips his head, the scent of his soap floats into my nostrils. “What kind of dream was it, Mary?” he whispers, his lips skimming down the shell of my ear.
I’m beginning to breathe heavily as he snuggles my neck, but I remain quiet.
“Was it kinky?” he adds, and I can hear the smile in his voice. Slowly, he sucks the sensitive skin on my shoulder, marking me.
“No, not kinky,” I confess around a whimper.
Henry’s hand slithers up my back and into my hair before he forcefully pulls my head back, intensifying my already bursting desire for him.
He kisses the corner of my mouth and stays there. “I might do it if you tell me what you were dreaming about.”
Passion flares to life deep in my belly, and I concede, “Your head was between my legs.”
He shows me a half smile as my eyes collide with his, and he creates a lush prison I fear I’ll never be able to escape. “I was licking your pussy...like I promised you earlier.”
Shutting my eyes, I nod. “Uh-huh.”
“Since we’re confessing, I dream about fucking you with my tongue until you come and then watching your tits bounce while you ride my cock.”
My eyelids rise again, and I almost feel like I’m in another dream world as he continues to seduce me with his uncensored disclosures. “Soon I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name, baby. Feel what you do to me.” He cups my ass to pull me into him, easily lifting me up and grinding me over his swelling erection.
As I lock my legs around his middle, he slants his mouth over mine, ki
ssing me ravenously before jerking my head back and tossing me onto the bed. I’ve never seen him act this carefree before. Normally, there’s an underlying hint of him not being in the moment, but not now.
His gaze trails up my body and he grips my ankle, rolling me over without difficulty and making me shriek as he covers my back with his front. He’s so big on top of me, and I relish being pinned underneath him as he unrestrainedly gropes up my sides. He braces one hand on each side of my head and drops his mouth to just below my ear, running his tongue along the delicate skin there. Then Henry kisses my neck, raking his teeth down my spine toward the swell of my ass, biting me as he bunches my gown up over my thighs and waist before he removes my panties and parts my cheeks, skimming his tongue up my ass. It’s illicitly dirty and makes my core tremble.
When I moan, he slides one of my knees up the sheet toward my stomach and bends his arm around my thigh that’s cocked up, guiding me to lift a little, and ordering, “Spread your legs, baby.” As I do so, he speaks hoarsely, “Now I have a fucking magnificent view of your pussy.” And he bites my ass and smacks it once.
Then, without preamble, he begins to devour me from behind, giving my ass possessive squeezes as I hear him groan. Henry spanks my left cheek before he grips it, spurring me on to lose all my shyness. There’s no gentleness in his touch.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream, pushing back against his face. “Harder.”
With that, Henry consumes me, trying to keep my bucking body somewhat still with his arm secured around my thigh, which proves to be almost impossible as I thrash, feeling as if my limbs are on fire. He tastes, then licks. He fucks me roughly with his tongue, sucking and biting, circling my clit, and it’s absolutely intoxicating how he seems to instinctively know where to nip and suck.
“I’m going to come...”
“Take it, baby,” he growls. “Come for me.”
When I rasp his name and rotate against his mouth, I peak, quivering in bliss as Henry draws my entire clit inside his mouth and laps me up and down one last time before I go slack. With legs wide open, breathless and exhausted, I lie on my stomach on the bed.
