At His Bidding

by Faye Avalon

  She didn’t move, knowing that if she did the bra would fall away, revealing her breasts to him, and she was enjoying the game too much for that.

  He kissed her, long and slow and deep, making her nipples harden. She shrugged out of the bra, cursing herself for her own impatience, and was rewarded with the feel of Zack’s palms covering her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, and he reciprocated by pinching her flesh lightly while subjecting her to an almost punishing kiss.

  Right at the moment she was in danger of becoming a quivering mess, he broke the kiss. His gaze fell to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened tips.

  “Do you realize this is the first time I’ve touched your breasts?”

  Petra huffed a laugh. “Not for want of trying. You’ve been trying to touch me since that time behind the bicycle shed.”

  He continued to slowly knead her flesh, his thumbs making slow, lazy circles around her nipples. “Any fantasy of mine didn’t come close to the reality.”

  With adept ease, he slid his hands down her rib cage and hooked his fingers in the side of her panties. All the while, he kissed her lightly along her bottom lip. His chest skimmed her nipples and made her flesh tingle.

  He drew away and with his eyes on hers dropped slowly down to his knees. He kept his fingers wrapped around the side of her panties but pushed his nose between her legs. She heard him inhale, and then give a masculine purr in the back of his throat.

  “You smell like fucking paradise.”

  He released the side of her panties and slipped a finger beneath the damp center panel. The tip of his finger touched the entrance to her pussy, and she whimpered.

  “Like that, do you?”

  She nodded, and dropped her hands to his shoulders.

  Watching her, he stroked his fingertip lightly along her slit, and Petra tilted her hips forward, encouraging him to slide in further.

  “Why don’t you just…”

  “You’ve made me wait for years,” he said with a wickedly sexy smile. “I’m after some payback for that. I plan to tease you, make you beg.”

  “I won’t ever beg.”

  “We’ll see.”

  He slipped his finger from her panties and slowly slid them down. “Step out,” he instructed.

  When she did, he encouraged her legs apart. “Let’s see how you taste.”

  With his thumbs, he parted her pussy lips. He gazed at her for long moments, and then touched the tip of his tongue to her heat.

  She made a strangled sound and dropped her head back against the wall. “More,” she complained.

  His response was to draw his tongue lightly along her channel, barely touching her and making her intimate muscles convulse. Her knees almost buckled.

  He grabbed her backside and brought her closer to his mouth, then pushed in his tongue a measly inch. Petra moaned as he kneaded her flesh, his fingers clamping down on her ass cheeks.

  Just as she was about to tell him in no uncertain terms to get the hell on with it, he stood. He kissed her hard, pressing his rock hard chest against her sensitive breasts. He drew away and spun her around until she was pressed against the wall.

  “Put your hands on the wall and open your legs for me.” He pressed his palms either side of her shoulders, his chest crushing her back and forcing her further forward against the wall.

  Petra did as he said. “Aren’t you going to take off your pants?” she breathed. She wanted to feel his erection against her, to know that he was as needy as she was right then.

  “All in good time.”

  He kissed her neck, his mouth brushing lightly over her skin, his tongue sliding up from her neck to her ear. Petra shivered as Zack nibbled and licked his way around her neck and across her shoulders. She thrust her breasts forward, wishing he would use his hands and give her aching nipples some much-needed attention.

  Instead, he moved down her back, his touch light and so incredibly sensual. Petra closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Zack dropped to his knees and licked over her backside, down her legs, before sliding back up again and doing everything in reverse. By the time he reached her neck again, she was a tremulous mass of nerves.

  He wrapped one arm around her waist, steadying her, then used his free hand to slide slowly across her stomach. Petra’s stomach muscles clenched, her pussy protesting. She pushed her ass back against him, willing him to slide that hand between her legs and give her some relief. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

  As if Zack knew her thoughts, he cupped her mound, his palm hot and possessive against her heat. Petra gyrated, making little mmm sounds as the tip of his finger pressed against her opening.

  “I’m going to make you come,” he murmured against her ear. “I’m going to make you come so many times that your sweet little pussy will be sore for days.”

  “Yes,” Petra managed, dropping her head back again and pushing herself into his palm. “Yes.”

  “I’m going to make you come with my fingers,” he pushed one inside her. “With my tongue,”—he slid his along her neck—“and with my cock.” He gyrated against her ass crease. “And you’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you, Brooks.”

  “Yes.”

  Petra’s head swam. Her legs felt boneless, and her pussy all but vibrated against his hand. She clenched around his finger as it moved inside her, tilting her hips and thrusting her breasts forward.

  She heard his breathing against her ear, felt the gentle bite of his teeth against the lobe. And all the while the tension increased, the pull of orgasm so close she wanted to simply let go against his hand. Except she loved the feel of his finger working inside her, the press of him against her, the snap of his breath matching hers, and the way he held her possessively around the waist and tight back against him.

  “Oh, God. Zack…”

  The pull of it was too much, and she came, firing up, up, up to infinity and all too soon spinning down to earth again.

  She collapsed against the wall helped by the press of his body. He continued to work his finger in small strokes against her clitoris, barely moving but not letting her go. When her breathing had slowed, he pulled her back and swept her up into his arms.

  Although she thought to protest, she was simply too limp to do much of anything except wrap her arms around his neck and let her head loll against his shoulder.

  “Zack?”

  “Hmm?”

  “That was amazing. Are you taking me to bed?”

  “Eventually.”

  Chapter Four

  Despite the fire in his body and the throb of his cock, all Zack could think of was getting Petra where he’d dreamed of having her since he’d first bought the chaise longue six months ago. He’d seen it in the store window and immediately visualized her stretched out naked and waiting for him to pleasure her. She was the woman he’d wanted for what seemed like forever, but the one who would never give him the time of day.

  Now, unable to believe his luck at having her in his arms, Zack placed her carefully down on the ivory leather, making sure the soft cashmere throw provided a buffer against the cool leather and her hot naked flesh.

  The moment he lay her down, she stretched languidly, like a well-pleasured cat, then raised her arms above her head giving him a cock-jerking view of her plump breasts displayed like an offering.

  “Stay like that,” he instructed, his voice husky and deep. “Don’t move.” He took her breast in his hand and flicked his thumb across the beaded nipple. She moaned softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. He took her other nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly.

  She pushed up against him, encouraging him to take more. Zack didn’t need to be told twice. He squeezed her breast a little harder, using his tongue on the nipple in his mouth. He flicked, bit down lightly, and beneath him Petra wriggled and made erotic sounds that had his already extended-to-the-limit cock throbbing to the point of pain.

  He slid his free hand underneath her backside and l
ifted her hips, then he released the hand on her breast and trailed his fingers down her rib cage, along her abdomen, and down to her pussy.

  Before he could move his mouth from her breast to instruct her, she opened her legs for him, and he slid a finger into her hot wet heat. She was so slick that he moved easily, imagining how it would be when he had his cock inside her. Since she was more than ready to take him, he wondered what the hell was stopping him from just fucking her now and easing his own driving need.

  But since he’d waited this long, he could take the time to drive her hard and fast before he finally claimed his prize. After which she’d be in no hurry to walk away from what he could offer her, and what he wanted from her for a damn long time to come.

  He slid in another finger and pumped slowly and rhythmically, taking distinct pleasure in the way she bucked against his touch. He deliberately avoided touching her clit, wanting to string out the pleasure for both of them.

  He drew his mouth from her breast and began kissing his way down her body. He circled his tongue around her navel, and then dipped it inside. She arched, moaned, and he moved down. He flicked his tongue at her core, at the entrance to where he drove his fingers inside her.

  When he glanced up at her, he saw she still had her arms above her head, her delicious breasts thrust into the air as she arched her back against his possession. Good. She’d obeyed his instructions and hadn’t moved her arms. That augured well for what he planned. She took orders, it seemed. All well and good. Shit. She was turning out to be the fucking woman of his dreams.

  He drove his tongue inside her at the same time he slid his fingers out, then reversed the movement. She liked that. Stretching, writhing, and saying his name, over and over.

  His name on her lips in passion was like nothing he’d ever imagined, and the need to get inside her stretched his control. He raised her hips, drove deeper, faster.

  Her breath came out in fast, jerky gasps, and her body tightened, telling him she was on the shimmering edge of orgasm. Her stomach muscles contracted sharply, she bit down hard on her lower lip, and she arched her head back.

  “Zack…”

  “Go with it, baby. Let go. For me.”

  She angled her chin high into the air. “Yes…oh yes… Oh…”

  He felt her muscles tighten around his tongue, around his fingers, and all the while he drove faster, deeper, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her feminine muscles clenching greedily around him.

  She tried to move, but he clamped his hands down tight around her hips. Soon, her whole body became lax.

  Slowly he withdrew his tongue, but kept working her gently with his fingers. Her muscles jerked a couple of times, and she gave delicious little mewing sounds of pleasure.

  She glanced down at him and slowly ran her tongue along her lower lip. “”You are so good at that.”

  He grinned and licked his own lips. “I’m good at a lot of things. Want to find out what they are?”

  “I think I do. I really do.”

  As he slid up her body, she started to bring her arms down. “I never told you to move,” he said sternly, his arms braced beside her on the chaise. “You’re going to have to learn to take orders, Brooks.”

  Her slumberous eyes widened, but, he thought with satisfaction, she still didn’t move her arms. “If you’re expecting some sort of dom/sub situation here, you’re going to be disappointed.”

  He only grinned. He imagined that a few hours ago she hadn’t expected to be naked beneath him with his tongue deep in her pussy, so he could play this out for a while. Let her think she knew what she wanted, what she would be willing to do. Softly, softly, he thought with a patience he hadn’t realized he possessed. Still, he’d waited this long for her, now that she was here and stretched out naked for his pleasure, he wasn’t going to blow it by pushing things too far, too soon.

  “I can assure you, Brooks. Neither one of us is going to be disappointed. You can lower your arms now.”

  “Oh, can I?” she taunted with her characteristic sarcasm. “Thank you so much, kind master.”

  “See?” he said standing and lifting her into his arms. “You’re getting the hang of it already.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and narrowed her eyes at him. But a small smile flicked across her delectable mouth. “Where are we going now? Are you planning on having sex in every room of your apartment?”

  “Damn it,” he said moving out into the hall. “You ruined my surprise.”

  She returned his grin this time, returned his kiss as they moved along the hallway. In his bedroom, he lowered her down to the mattress and stood.

  “It’s a pity,” she said, watching him while he divested himself of his shoes. “I was starting to enjoy that chaise.”

  He slid down the zipper of his jeans. “Don’t worry. We’ll be going back there soon enough.”

  She stretched out with erotic intent, and patted the mattress. “What can we do there that we can’t do right here?”

  Taking his boxers with them, he yanked off his jeans, enjoying the way her gaze slid to what he revealed. “You’ll find out. Later.”

  He started to get on the bed, but she scrambled up to her knees and placed her hands on his chest. “You’re very impressive,” she said, sliding her palms over his pectorals. She moved her hands lower, skimming her fingers an inch above where his cock stood to attention. “In so many ways.”

  He slid his hands around her hips and gripped her ass, bringing her in closer. “Looks like neither of us have been disappointed then.”

  Her fingers danced so damn near his erection that it was all he could do not to grab her hand and wrap it around the throbbing mass.

  “I always knew you’d be built,” she confessed. “Even in school you were pretty hot.”

  “You wouldn’t have anything to do with me,” he felt compelled to point out, even though his one clear thought right then was to be inside her.

  Her fingers brushed his head and made his stomach muscles clench hard.

  “I had my reasons,” she said, but he imagined exploring them right then was not on her list of priorities any more than they were on his.

  “Later.” Since he couldn’t stand it for one more minute, he drew in a breath. “Are you going to touch me anytime soon? Because you keep playing around down there, and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  “I’m delaying the pleasure,” she said and brushed the tip of his cock again. “You don’t like it?”

  Since she was biting her lower lip and looking up at him beneath lowered lids, he knew she wasn’t expecting an answer to her taunt. Fine. He wasn’t exactly in the mood for conversation anyway.

  He shoved a knee onto the bed, effectively pushing her back. He caught his arm around her waist to stop her from tumbling against the mattress and held on while she steadied herself. They were both on their knees, but she hunkered down further and placed her palms on the front of his thighs.

  With a wicked smile, she lowered her head until she was in exactly the right position to take him in.

  He held his breath as she hovered there, eyeing his cock and stroking his thighs. Her ass stuck up, and he had the urge to slap her delicious flesh for teasing him, for stringing out the agony.

  The first touch of her mouth to his dick almost made him see stars. Shit. He’d waited so long for this, and his imagination didn’t come close to the reality of her hot, wet lips sliding down his shaft. She used her tongue, licking along the length and flicking around the ridge. She licked his balls, down his inner thigh, until his eyes all but rolled back in his head.

  He must have said something, because she gave a long slow lick up his length before sitting back on her heels. Her mouth looked swollen and pink, her lips slightly parted. With her eyes on his, she reached forward and gently cupped his balls.

  He sucked in a breath and widened his legs. As she stroked him, she lowered her head again and wrapped her mouth around the tip of his penis. She sucked h
ard, then pulled her mouth away so his dick came out on a popping sound.

  “Fuck, Brooks,” he managed between gasps for air. “You do that again, and I really won’t be responsible.”

  She was about to ignore him and leaned forward to take him in her mouth again, but he grabbed her head and levered her up and around until she was on her back and he was above her.

  She laughed softly. “Can dish it out, but can’t take it, I see.”

  “Huh?” He couldn’t think, couldn’t reason above the throbbing of his cock.

  “You go down on me. Twice. Yet you can’t—”

  “Next time,” he grated, shoving her legs apart. “Got to have you. Now.”

  She was ready, he realized with more than a little gratitude, as his fingers slid through her hot, slick folds. And the way she widened her knees, a silent invitation and confirmation, was all the sign he needed. His hands shook as he reached toward the drawer of the side table and retrieved a condom. He loved the way she watched him as he slid on the rubber and then, suitably attired, he braced himself on one hand, and with the other reached for his cock to guide it between her legs.

  At the touch of the thick, bulbous head of Zack’s cock to her pussy, Petra sucked in a breath. She was aching to have him fill her. The man could amp up her readiness just by looking at her, it seemed, and she was more than ready for him.

  He pushed in a little and held, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth together. After sucking in another breath, he pushed deeper. Petra clenched her muscles around him, loving the feel of his hardness and strength. He braced himself on both hands, opened his eyes and looked at her, then with a final thrust, seated himself fully.

  The movement stole her breath away, and she arched away from the bed. He felt huge, filling her to capacity, and she tightened around him. She bit down on her lower lip, and he began moving, withdrawing a little only to push in hard again.

  He rocked his hips, his exhaled breath coinciding with each thrust. Petra wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles at his back. She wanted to touch him, but he began rocking hard, his cock like a piston inside her, so that all she could do was grab onto his shoulders and cling.