by H. M. Irwing
“Ouch.” He tugged me off, with one hand wrapped up neatly in my hair, effortlessly forcing my eager lips from his heated skin. But I’d already had an addicting taste and couldn’t quite help my lip-smacking need for more. Eyeing the flick of my hungry tongue over parched lips, suspiciously, he wisely reached out and pinched my nipples hard. “You need to work on your patience and a lesson in respect.”
I whimpered helplessly but then drew in a raged breath. “Good luck with that. Respect must be earned,” I said boldly.
He drew in a sharp breath at that before bending over to draw on a nipple between his lips and begin his own hungry assault over my person. He drew on hard, suckling at my tits as if I were a narcotic he couldn’t get enough off. I clutched his head closely and whimpered for more.
But we had arrived. The private elevator opened at his penthouse, and we both stumbled out in a haste.
“Oh! I hope I’m not interrupting,” said the distinguished tones of an elderly lady. But the man standing beside her was not so refined.
“What the fuck, Erin?”
I dived behind Erin and tried my best to cover up. My top appeared torn. Detached from the straps that had held it up. I had no recollection of when that happened. But I didn’t put it past him to have Erin indecently rip it apart when I was deep in my sleep. I gave up fumbling and trying to hold up the tattered ends and helplessly replaced the torn fabric with my hands and hoped no one noticed. Right! The many cocktails I had consumed over this dreary night were undoubtedly getting to me.
“What are you doing here?” Erin bit out rudely.
“Is that the way to greet your father?” asked the man mockingly.
“Marrying my mother does not make you my father,” Erin retorted sharply. Instantly, I felt I was intruding on a private screening of the well-televised soap The Bold and the Beautiful.
I hated that show.
I spotted a door to my side and quietly began inching toward it. It appeared my presence was forgotten to all, immersed as they all were in what had to be an old western stare down. So, I made a beeline for the room. Once in, I shut the door on the tense situation unfolding in the living room and heaved a heavy sigh of relief for making it through unscathed.
Looking about the room, I realized I was in Erin’s bedroom. The large, dominating king-size bed with silken covering was a dead giveaway. And so too was the large, framed print of Erin Roberston, looking breathtakingly sexy in rugged jeans and not a stitch of anything else. I so wanted that picture. Drawn to it like a helpless moth to a flame, I forgot my own half-naked person in favor of ogling his. Only this was Erin in his late teens. The devilish twinkle in his eyes held more than just your average boyhood mischief. Nope. In that shot, he appeared just plain old naughty.
I swallowed past a sudden lump in my throat and tore my gaze away to take in other parts of the room. Roaming about, I started to strip off the torn fabric that still clung to some parts of me, pausing along the way to admire yet more profile shots of Erin that were simply mouth-watering. I got heated from simply looking at them and cursed the untimely interruption that withheld me from all that delicious male heat.
Drooling over what could have been, I was too preoccupied to notice the presence of another in the room. It was only when I clattered across the room in nothing but my pencil thin heels to grab the robe I saw draped over a chair that I realized someone else was in the room with me.
“Don’t cover up on my account. That was the best strip tease I’d ever enjoyed. Why don’t you come on over here and show me what else you’re good at,” said a man, looking remarkably like Erin from the corner of the room.
I grabbed the robe and quickly slipped into it just as the door to the room flew open. Erin marched in and took the situation in at a glance.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” he gritted out. Unsure to whom he was addressing, I rushed to comply.
“Fuck! Not you, Claire. I was talking to my little brother here, who knows better than to be in here,” Erin gritted out again.
“To be fair. I was here first. I had no idea I was going to have a personalised strip show offered to me. You don’t know how good you have it, brother dear. This one’s mouth wateringly delicious.” He smirked snidely.
“Jarod, one more word, and I won’t stop myself,” Erin warned.
Jarod shrugged and got off his perch. Marching over to me, he said,” I’ll fuck you when he’s done. Come find me.” He blew me a kiss on his way out.
Erin didn’t take long to round in on me after that. “What is it with you? Do you enjoy jerking my chains? Is that it? You get your kicks from watching me suffer?” he bit out each word with barely restrained anger as he closed the distance between us. Then, he was reaching out to grab hold of the knot of my robe and unravel it. Looking down at the expanse of uncovered flesh that the robe parted to reveal, he said tightly, “Did he touch you?”
I found my voice then and shook my head, “No he didn’t. I didn’t know he was there. My dress was torn and—”
“I did say I would tear it off you,” he said soothingly. The swift change in tone had me reeling, but then, his hand was running caressingly across my skin. He touched and fondled where he would before he pushed the robe off my shoulders.
“I have to stop now,” he murmured regretfully into my ear as he wrapped my naked body in his embrace. I greedily breathed him in. My initial embarrassment forgotten in view of my undying craving for him. Then, he added dryly, “My parents want to talk. It could take all night or what little there’s left of it.”
He brushed a kiss a cross my forehead. “But there’s no reason for you to stay up. Here, let me help you into bed,” he offered huskily.
Chapter 5
Smack!
My ass stung from the impact. The open palm of his hand slapped across it. I whimpered in pain.
Smack!
The sound ricocheted about the room. My ass flamed up as his palm struck again.
“Stop!” I sobbed out as my eyes stung with tears.
“Not yet,” he gritted out tightly as he pressed his hard length up against my soaking core. It was only the thin fabric of his pants that kept us apart. His arms held me tightly to him even as his hand ran caressingly down my inflamed ass cheek.
Smack!
I sobbed out this time, feeling the unfairness of what he was doing. “I hadn’t done… any-anything…” I started to explain, hiccupping between sobs of tears as I tried to get it out.
“Shhh, baby… I’m sorry,” Erin said frantically as I opened the floodgates. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just, you just… drive me insane sometimes. I am sorry, baby. Don’t cry.” Erin all but collapsed in a panic as I continued to cry, and he continued to placate. Soon, I found myself in bed with Erin wrapped around me. Having shrugged out of his clothing at warp speed, I could feel his entire naked length pressed up against me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said painfully as if looking at me were hurting him. That was not true. He was the beautiful one. He was. … My thoughts skittered out of reason when his lips came crashing down on mine. I whimpered, frantically rubbing against him, wanting more. I tried to tell him, but his tongue was even then plunging into my mouth. I rubbed my heat against him and could only moan for more.
Rap! Rap!
“Family meeting in two minutes,” called out his annoying brother, from the other side of the door, breaking into the passionate haze we were shrouded in.
“Fuck!” Erin all but yelled out as he released my lips to collapse against me in defeat.
I could relate even as I felt the air whoosh out of my lungs on impact.
“We are never going to get to fuck, are we?” Erin asked with resignation.
“We can just keep trying,” I gasped out reassuringly.
Erin grinned down at me over that. “You get some sleep. I’ll come fuck you later tonight,” he promised.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I muttered under my breath as he
heaved off me to throw on a robe.
Hearing me, he asked, “What was that?”
“Nothing,” I gasped out as he moved to tickle me. Abruptly, he stopped.
“Fuck! I can’t even touch you without wanting to fuck you,” he groaned out, and I could see why, as that part of him that had been deflating stood back up to attention.
I giggled at him before snuggling back into his comfortable bed. I was asleep before he even made it out the door.
It was still dark in the room, but I couldn’t tell if that were from the drawn curtains, or if the sun were not yet up for the day. The loud voices, barely muffled through the closed room door, was the reason I was up. I got off the bed to see what the commotion was about. I creaked open the door and peeked out to see Erin and his family. I drew back the door to have it almost shut so I could listen in without being detected.
“You have to stop this foolishness and get back to what you do best. An offer like this is once in a lifetime. Don’t be stupid,” said the voice of the elderly man.
“Honey, your Dad is right. You must take on this offer. The contract alone will have you set for life. Take the contract, love,” said Erin’s mum.
“I don’t model anymore,” Erin bit out clearly, enunciating each word.
“Sure, you don’t. You’re an old man now. Not likely to land a lucrative job worth your salts. There’s no shame in accepting a job that’s offering you millions simply because you are past your prime. I’m sure no one will consider it a midlife crisis,” said Jarod mockingly.
“Stay out of this,” Erin hissed out warningly.
“Thirty-three is hardly old, Jarod,” interrupted his mother. But both brothers ignored her.
“What’s the matter, brother? You seem a little distracted. Could it be that fleshy piece of ass has your panties in a twist?”
The sound of scuffling was followed by several dull thuds and then a very feminine shriek. I hesitated, glancing at the door. Then, I gave in to the urge and shifted it just a little to see Erin had pinned down Jarod. Glad to discover that outcome, I slid the door to click quietly shut and clambered back into bed.
I lifted the pillow beside me and plopped it on my head. Peaceful serenity flooded in once more. But I knew the bliss wouldn’t last, not when Erin was still so clearly upset with his family. With my eyelids already closed, it didn’t take much for sleep to take me under once again. And when I next awoke, it was clearly well into the morning, possibly even past noon.
I turned to my side and was disappointed to note the pillow at my side was undented. Erin had not slept beside me. I performed my morning absolution with utmost difficulty. Not being one to overdo it with lotions and potions, I was still left in a lurch without the very important toothbrush. But I managed to make do with the mouthwash. A quick rinse and a shower later, and I emerged back into Erin’s bedroom with no one the wiser. I sighed heavily then set about rummaging about his closet. I pulled out a soft t-shirt that came to mid-thigh and made do without pants or a bra for that matter. I did shamelessly go through his toiletries, and boy, did he have plenty of everything. I emerged from the room smelling like every perfume for men.
I sniffed happily at myself, certain I smelt nothing short of awesome. In fact, if I had been a guy, I’d have been all over me like a rash. If that even made sense. But then, I couldn’t be expected to make sense without food in my belly. So, I made a beeline straight for what must be the kitchen. It was sleek and unused but not unoccupied. I was disgruntled to find Jarod seated there, tucking into a sandwich. Spotting that evidence of food, I went on the hunt, opening and shutting cabinets and searching through the fridge. Nada!
“Where did you get that?” I demanded, pointing at the mouth-watering sandwich that Jarod was even then consuming with relish.
“You mean this?” he asked, taking in another large bite. My stomach grumbled, and I almost made a lunge for it, wanting to snatch it right out of his mouth.
“Do not taunt me with food!” I said warningly.
“Or you’ll what?” Jarod asked tauntingly.
I barely restrained myself in time. I would have planted a shiner to match what Erin left behind last night. You did not come between a hungry woman and her food.
I was about to give in to the urge to lunge at him when the elevator to the suite opened to admit a tired looking Erin. Without a look my way, Erin headed straight to his room.
Bewildered, I looked at Jarod, who only shrugged his shoulders uncaringly. I was torn between needing to stuff my belly with some food and attending to a broken-looking Erin. But the decision was taken out of my hands, for even as I hesitated, Jarod was done, and gone with him were the remains of the sandwich he had been eating. I scowled furiously at him, and his movements arrested mid-chew. Staring at me, he swallowed the last mouthful before saying, “You know, you look quite stunning when you are angry.”
That was all I needed to launch across at him, ready to tear him apart with my bare hands. But I was more concerned about Erin, and I had to go check on him. So instead, I flipped him the bird and did an about turn, making my way slowly back to his room.
I pushed open the door without knocking and walked right in. He was strewn across the bed. Lying there with his shirt off and his arm slung over his eyes, he looked like the hottest man on the planet. It was a pose worthy of a PlayGirl centerfold with just one little problem.
I set about rectifying that immediately.
Stalking over to the bed, I sat my great ass to his side, and I bent over to boldly unbuckle his belt. Then, I knelt over him and met his hot gaze. They were trained on me with piercing intensity. I bent to take in the tip of his zipper between my teeth. I drew it down slowly.
His breathing quietly escalated. I kept our gazes locked as I drew back to finger the edge of my t-shirt, and then I was taking it off, slowly easing it up and over my head to toss it aside. It landed with abandon across the room.
I was glad when his eyes lit up with cavernous hunger. I wanted him so badly. I hated that Colin had been my first. That was one memory I needed to replace. I belonged to Erin, and today, I would have him.
I dropped down onto all fours above him, and bending down to evade his searching lips, I tugged at the waist of his pants. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his briefs to tug them down, his hips exposing that excited male member along the way. Unable to help myself, my lips zeroed in unerringly to lock onto its head, lapping hungrily at his length, tasting him from base to tip. Licking hungrily at the pre-cum that kept pooling at the top, I was seduced by the sheer delicious taste of him to suck, suckle hard, stopping only at his abrupt cries of pleasure pain. Then, I lowered my lips to the base and drew it tightly back up to the tip. Moving my head up and down and my lips from head to hilt, again and again ‘til his cries of pleasure rang out.
I ignored the animalistic cries that left his lips and devoured him with my own. Then, he was cumming, flooding me with his essence that I promptly swallowed whole.
“Sorry,” I said later as I lie down in a collapsed heap by his own limp form. “I hadn’t … intended for that…” I turned look at his satiated face with a replete look of my own. My thighs were wet from my own enjoyment of our session.
“I hadn’t expected that,” Erin whispered huskily with awe.
“I was hungry,” I explained simply. I lie back with my arms slung behind my head, licking my lips.
“You’re so hot,” Erin turned to whisper huskily in my ear. I smirked, contented with my morning feast. I could eat up Erin any time, any day. What can I say? He brought out the cannibal in me.
“Look at those amazing tits …”
Erin’s continued awe was amusing, but he was right on this score. My tits were damn amazing. I thrust them up proudly, subtly arching up my back. I could do centerfold, too.
“Oh, baby!” Erin groaned out, making me smile some more. But then, he was on top of me, stealing my breath with his veracious kiss, tasting himself on me. I thrust my to
ngue back into his mouth, eager to give as good as I got. We tussled and rolled about the bed with Erin’s grasping hands catching on and clinging to whichever part of me that gave the best perch. I returned that favor, too.
The blasted phone chose that moment to beep.
“Ignore it,” I managed to murmur out between our continually sealed lips.
“Eumputh,” Erin replied back, making me realise my own demand had come out as wrangled. I didn’t care at that moment; we were so close we could read each other’s mind.
So, I said, “Weutvbkmmm.”
But that must have been the wrong response to make, for then his was to wrench his lips free and say, “I have to get that.”
I groaned out loud. Dropping a quick kiss on my forehead and letting out a soft chuckle at my instant frown, Erin rolled off the bed and dropped his pants and briefs off entirely before strutting buck naked across the room to where his phone was plugged in to charge. I admired the catwalk performance … and mostly just the view of his naked ass. But not as much as what faced me when he clicked the call button on his phone and spun around to lean his hip against the table edge with his bare feet crossed on the floor. He tuned in his attention away to the call he was taking. My own attention remained fixated on him and more importantly that part of him that was jutting back up, happy for some attention.
I slithered off the bed then made my way slowly toward him, catching his eye and attention as I went. I could hear his conversation waver as his attention zeroed in and remained on me. I spread my feet apart and dropped to my haunches before him. Then, shifting onto my knees to reach up higher, I started to lick clean at the splattered cum that I had missed when he had shot off his load earlier.
“I’ll… I’ll have to call you back… later,” Erin muttered in a strangled tone before he slid his hand into my hair and wrenched my head up to meet the onslaught of his devouring kiss. Then, I was being tugged up to my feet and walked backward, toward the bed. I fell back onto it, and he fell on me. My legs shifted up to wrap about his waist, and he plunged his length deep into me.
