by S. Nelson
The necklace he wore hung between his defined pecs, and while I wanted to touch it, I knew better. He became angry the last time I attempted to do so, and even though we found ourselves in a completely different scenario this time around, I hesitated to reach for it. In the end, I left the pendant alone, deciding to focus on removing his pants, instead.
Ford shifted his weight while he removed his shoes, kicking them to the side to join mine, which he’d removed right before he took off my jeans. He leaned back into me and captured my mouth with his once more, reaching around and unhooking my bra in seconds, exposing my breasts before my next breath.
“You’re gorgeous.” To hear him tell me such a thing was odd. And I realized that statement sounded weird, considering the position we found ourselves in right then, but his compliment rattled me. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing, so while I battled which side to land on, I fumbled with the button on his pants, practically popping the damn thing off in my haste.
When I drew the slider through the metal teeth, he gasped. When I placed my fingers beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs and pulled them, along with his pants, down and over his ass, he groaned. When I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, he bit his bottom lip before tipping his head back.
Ford was the gorgeous one. Every movement he made was sexy. Every twitch of his muscles, every lick of his lips, every entrancing stare he flicked my way hyped my craving for him.
I wanted to taste him, but the position I was in didn’t allow for it, so instead, I stroked the full length of him, his thickness making it near impossible for my fingers to meet.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he growled, grabbing underneath my knees and pulling me forward. His swift movement made me jerk backward, but his hand was behind my neck to steady me in seconds. “Sorry.” He smiled but his grin disappeared when I pushed my chest forward.
“Bite me.” I pushed my breasts farther into him. “Make it hurt.” I tried to spread my legs wider, but it was hard to do so close to the edge of the counter.
“We can only do one thing in this position, and I want to play with you before that happens.” I pointed toward my room, not wanting to waste one more second.
“I have a bed right over there.”
Ford removed his pants completely and lifted off the vanity. But instead of putting me down, he carried me into the bedroom and tossed me on top of the bed, coming down on top of me before I could move back toward the middle of the mattress. His necklace hung in the small space between our bodies, the tip of the metal cool against the heat of my skin. He leaned in close, and just as I closed my eyes, expecting him to kiss me, he hopped up and stood at the edge of the bed. Naked in all his glory.
He looked at me but didn’t say a word, instead hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly drawing them down my thighs until I lay bare for him.
Without a single word, he sank to his knees and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. The silence was both a blessing and a curse. The lack of words allowed me to focus on what he was doing, but the quiet played on my insecurities.
Did he want to do this, or was he reacting out of jealousy? Would he regret sleeping with me directly afterward? Would he ask to be reassigned because things could get weird between us? Another question popped into my head, but the moment he positioned my legs over his shoulders, my mind went blank. He trailed a finger through my pussy, and I held my breath.
Waiting.
Wanting… everything.
“Ford.” I pushed myself up on my elbows so I could see him. His thick, dark hair was messed in spots, his disheveled look intensifying his sexiness. He met my eyes, smirked, then licked his lips.
“What?” he answered.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Concern flashed across his face and he attempted to move back, but I dug my heels into his shoulders to stop him.
“No,” I eagerly replied, silently screaming for him to take me already. The wait was torture, but I realized he’d do what he wanted, in his own time.
“Then lean back. Unless you want to watch me.” Ford winked and it was the most casual thing. So unlike him. Ford wasn’t a casual type of guy. He wasn’t relaxed. He wasn’t easygoing. In fact, he was the exact opposite of all those things. Therefore, to see him in this light just proved there was more to him than met the eye.
I could only hope he felt the same about me.
* * *
Ford
Every thought I had screamed for me to stop what I was doing with Cara and run from her bedroom. Never mind the fact there was a camera capturing every moment. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I’d envisioned this very scene so many times I was embarrassed to admit it, but here we were, and there was no going back now.
It sounded so clichéd, but everything happened so fast I was powerless to do anything but what my instincts told me. Perhaps not instincts so much as a baser need that roared to life within me.
Last I knew we were arguing over her not being able to date anyone, and the next thing I knew she was naked and lying on her bed with her legs anchored over my shoulders.
She’d told me to bite her, to make it hurt. Was she a woman who enjoyed rough sex normally, or was her desire for me pushing her over the edge, budging her outside her comfort zone? Of course, as a man, I’d love to believe the latter, so I didn’t voice my question. Maybe that’d be a topic for the future, if ever we found ourselves in this scenario again. Even as the possibility occurred to me, I realized that not only was it wrong for us to be here together like this but to do it again in the future would be a huge mistake. I could only imagine what Walter would do if he found out about us, never mind the shit I’d get from Owen.
A soft moan fell from Cara’s lips, her sounds eliciting the beast that hid inside me to rise from his slumber. Drawing on some semblance of control, though, I placed my hands underneath her delectable ass and pulled her closer, my mouth inches away from her pussy.
I smelled her desire.
With a flick of my tongue, I tasted her passion. She arched her back and tried to close her legs, and there wasn’t a more enticing sight than seeing this woman start to lose control because of me.
I repositioned my hands to her inner thighs and spread her as wide as I could, all while keeping her legs strewn over my shoulders. Control was what I was after, what I thrived on, and if she didn’t fight me on it, I could show her the best time of her fucking life.
The moment my lips covered her clit I thought she was going to shoot off the bed, and while her movements were a testament to how good I was making her feel, I wasn’t going to go easy on her.
Every time my tongue lapped up her juices and every time my lips sucked her clit deeper into my mouth, the more satisfied I was that she’d come undone quickly. At first, I wanted to tease her unmercifully, pulling back when I thought she was close, but the more I tormented her, the more aroused I became. However, if I wanted to last longer than five minutes while fucking her, I had to stop and collect myself.
Pushing two fingers inside as deep as I could, I crooked them until I touched the one spot inside her that would drive her crazy.
“Yes,” she groaned, rotating her hips and grinding against my face. “Right there.” I couldn’t help but smile. For as much as Cara acted like she didn’t like me, and for all of the torture this woman had put me through since day one, all I had to do was get her beneath me and she crumbled. Like putty in my hands. I had no doubt, I’d react the same way if her pretty little mouth was all over me, too.
Our attraction to each other was evident, but our perception of each other had stood in the way before. I viewed her as spoiled, bratty, and someone who couldn’t see past tomorrow. And I was sure she saw me as an overbearing, inappropriate at times, stubborn, pain in the ass. And why wouldn’t she? I admittedly was all those things.
But something shifted between us in the past several weeks. I started to view her differe
ntly, mainly because she appeared to emerge from herself, talking about starting a clothing line bringing light to her eyes I’d never seen. Granted, I’d only known her a short time, but from what Emily had told me, her sister hadn’t shown that kind of enthusiasm for anything other than partying in a very long time.
The second Cara grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples, I thought I was going to tip over the edge. Then she reached down to grab the back of my head and pushed my mouth closer, as if that was even possible.
I pumped my fingers faster.
I licked her from hole to clit and back again. Slow then fast. Switching speeds without warning.
But when I grazed my teeth over her most sensitive area, she moved with lightning speed, scrambling to remove her legs from over my shoulders. She flipped over on her belly and crawled up the bed until she was at the other side.
She moved so quickly she almost kicked me in the face, and at first, I thought I’d hurt her. But from the way she looked at me over her shoulder, lust dancing behind her blue eyes, I knew I hadn’t done any such thing. Whatever she felt was simply too much for her to remain still.
Cara raised her ass in the air while she looked at me, her right hand disappearing underneath her. When I saw her touch her pussy, I shook my head right before I smacked her left cheek. Hard.
“Oww,” she complained, but the corner of her mouth lifted.
“Stop touching yourself,” I ordered, “and let me finish what I started.”
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Did I hurt you?” I asked the question, but I already knew the answer. Nevertheless, I wanted her to clarify.
“No.”
“Then remove your hand and turn over.” I leaned back on my haunches and waited for her to do as she was told, silently counting to five. She shook her head. I didn’t even make it to three before I jumped up and flipped her over. I dragged her down the bed, spread her legs with mine and pinned her arms above her head, holding them both with my right.
“I can’t do it, Ford. It’s too much.” She struggled to release herself from my grip, but her efforts were futile.
“Did I hurt you?” I repeated.
“No.”
“Then I’m gonna continue and I don’t want you to move. Got it?” I sucked her bottom lip in my mouth and gently bit her. She gasped, but when her tongue met mine, I knew she liked it. After all, she had told me to do it earlier.
When I was confident she wouldn’t move, I released her hands and traveled down her body, all the while keeping her spread wide. I didn’t waste any time, eager to make her come as soon as possible so I could finally fuck her.
My mouth worked her to the edge.
My fingers disappeared inside her, coaxing her to come undone.
And when I thought she was close, I bared my teeth and clamped down on her clit once more, careful to apply the perfect amount of pressure so that pain wasn’t the result, but instead heightened pleasure. The kind she apparently didn’t think she could handle.
Cara struggled to move away from me once more, but I anchored her to the mattress with a firm yet gentle arm over her belly.
“Ford!” She shouted my name right before her upper half rose off the bed. “Fuck! I ca… I can’t.” She grunted. She cursed. She struggled. But in the end, her fingers gripped my hair and she tugged. Hard. The prick of pain fueling me.
Cara’s body locked up tight, and she didn’t breathe. My eyes pinned hers, and her coming on my tongue was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. When the wave of pleasure subsided, she flopped back down on the bed, throwing her arm over her eyes, struggling to control her breathing.
“What the hell just happened?” She peeked out from beneath her strewn arm and laughed. “I’ve never felt… I don’t even know what that was.”
“You’re welcome.” She threw a pillow at me before moving to dangle her legs over the side of the bed, but before she could push herself to her feet, I blocked her from standing.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, curious as to what she was thinking. Then something dawned on me. Maybe she didn’t want to have sex. Maybe her orgasm had knocked some sense into her, and she saw what a mistake it was for us to sleep together. “Are you rethinking this?” Part of me cringed in preparation that she’d say yes, and the other part hoped she said no. Then I flip-flopped, hoping she would say yes so that we could put the brakes on this before anything else happened. Then my brain fucked with me some more.
“Why? Are you?” Her eyes traveled the length of me, pausing when she reached my cock. She licked her lips, and I doubted she even realized she’d done it. It was only when I cleared my throat that she looked at my face.
Wanting to erase the doubt in her voice, and the uncertainty behind her eyes, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down on top of the bed.
“Move back.” She did, her tits bouncing while she situated herself. All I wanted to do was pounce on her and wrap my lips around them. The need to dominate her overwhelmed me, but before I lost control, I needed to get one thing out of the way first. “Do you have a condom?”
She pointed toward her nightstand. “In there.”
I walked around the bed and opened the drawer, two foil packets staring me in the face. Grabbing one of them, I put it between my teeth and tore the side of it open. My eyes never left her face as I approached and sheathed myself. I studied her, wanted to be sure there was no hesitation on her part. I’d like to say that once we had sex, there was no going back, but how could that possibly be true? Deciding not to dive into the countless what-ifs and should haves, I wanted to enjoy the moment.
Cara lay on her back, watching me as I took the final steps toward her. She bit the corner of her lip, spreading her legs for me as I crept closer, and I knew as soon as I laid in between her thighs that whatever I’d thought seconds earlier was utter bullshit. Once we slept together, I knew I’d never want to go back to just being the guy who was hired to protect her.
I’d want more.
I’d want her.
Question was, would she feel the same?
* * *
Cara
The way Ford watched me should have been unnerving, like he was trying to see inside my soul, searching out my darkest secrets. Instead, I was entranced by him. I wanted to spill all the dirty details of my past if only he would be the one to save me.
But I knew that wasn’t possible. No one could save me. What’s done was done, and I had to find a way to move on, and how I’d chosen to do that for the past decade wasn’t working for me any longer.
“Cara?” Ford’s voice interrupted my wayward thoughts, sounding deeper, raspier. Only when he saw he had my full attention did he cover my body with his, licking at my lips, but pulling back before I could kiss him properly.
Before I could demand he kiss me once more, he rubbed the head of his cock over my clit, all the while observing me. Whenever I’d had sex with someone, I barely made eye contact. I was either on my stomach, on all fours, or my lids were closed for most of the interaction. I’d never wanted to be that intimate with anyone, and for as odd as that sounded, connecting with someone through eye contact took it to a whole other level.
But with Ford, I wanted to see him, to look into those gorgeous eyes of his and be seen, as well.
He continued teasing me but never attempted to push inside. “What are you waiting for?” I reached down and grabbed his ass, pushing him harder against me, running my tongue over his lips like he’d done to me.
“I think I’m just waiting for you to change your mind.” His lips parted as if he was going to say something else, but then thought better of it.
“I’ve never wanted it more,” I admitted, not surprised by my confession. Any reservation that remained had disappeared. Not about having sex with him, but about connecting with him on a deeper level. For as much as I wanted our interaction to be just about the physical act, it was more for me. But what I couldn’t keep f
rom wondering was… was it the same for him?
“Go slow. You’re kinda large.” I meant for my comment to be lighthearted, but I must’ve twisted my expression because he stroked the side of my cheek in reverence.
“I won’t hurt you.” My gut told me that his words had a double meaning. Seconds later, Ford pushed inside me, stretching me, slowing as I took a deep breath. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs, I urged him to go deeper, and thankfully he didn’t stop until we were fully connected.
A moment passed before he started to move, rotating his hips then thrusting forward, latching on to my mouth when his speed increased. Then, unexpectedly, he slowed down.
“Faster,” I groaned, pressing my heels into his thighs.
“I can’t.”
“Faster,” I repeated, closing my eyes and grabbing his hips to try and move him. But the man was a mountain and no amount of feeble attempt on my part would change his mind.
“Cara.” I opened my eyelids. “I haven’t had sex in quite a while. If I go any faster, it’s gonna be over too soon.” The corner of his mouth lifted, but fell when I grabbed his ass and squeezed.
“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”
On my suggestion, he pulled back then thrust forward, giving me exactly what I wanted. What I needed. He clenched his jaw and the muscles in his arms locked up. The sight of Ford barely composed was glorious, and knowing I was the reason he barely held on to his restraint was a boost to my ego.
“Again,” I pleaded, unhooking my legs from around him and placing my feet on the bed, all the while keeping my hands in place on his backside.
“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming into me over and over, any reservation he had about fucking me fast vanishing with the swivel of my hips and the sounds of my pleasure mixing with his.
