“Oh God, harder Sloan. Please. Fuck.” She can barely get the words out, echoing my desires, and I give the lady what she wants. I pump into her faster, the muscles in my thighs and ass burning from the exertion as I pound into her. I can feel the sweat building up on my back, her arms around my neck and her fingers running through the damp ends of my hair. We’re close now, face to face, our hot breaths panting over each other and I nip her lips in a quick kiss. I feel her grow even tighter around me and know she’s about to come.
“Look at me Lizzy. Look me in the eyes when you come for me, baby.” Her mouth goes wide, but she does well to keep her eyes on mine as I feel her pussy start pulsing around my cock. She moans long and hard, her body shuddering with each ripple passing through her. The sight and the feel of her pleasure sets me off, and I give one last long, hard thrust inside her, holding her body pressed against mine as I unload deep within her. My dick twitches as I come, her walls gripping me so tight that I don’t want to pull out. I want to keep this feeling for as long as I can.
Lizzy drops her head back onto the cushions and I rest my head against her body as I try to catch my breath. “Holy fuck that was amazing.” She breaths out, a sexy smile curving her lips. She lifts her head to look me in the eyes. “Without question, we are doing that shit again. Multiple times. I won’t take no for an answer.”
A genuine smile crosses my face as I bend lower and kiss her on the lips again.
“You’re goddamn right we are.”
Chapter Eight
Elizabeth
I kick the door leading into the kitchen from the garage closed with my foot, and dump the contents of my hands onto the counter along with my purse and my keys. Grabbing my phone and reaching for a bottled water from the fridge, I walk out into the living room and flop down on the sofa, propping my feet up and kicking my shoes off.
It’s been a long day. Carson’s been out on a road trip and won’t be back for a few more days, which leaves me to handle the household responsibilities without his hovering eye. It’s something I’m used to, but today it’s been one challenge after another. I have no one to blame for my hectic schedule but myself, though. I crammed as much as I could into my day, that way I could have the next couple of days off to do whatever I want.
Relax.
Go to a movie.
Hit the beach.
Or maybe spend time with a certain sexy lawyer.
It’s been three days since that amazing night in the luxury suite, and it’s been impossible to get it off my mind. Sloan and I have exchanged a few texts here and there but we’ve both been too busy to get together. It’s frustrating. I want to hear his voice again. I can’t stop thinking about its rich, deep sound. I want to kiss his lips again too. Maybe feel his hard muscles under my fingers. Maybe feel one specific hard muscle with my tongue.
Okay, there’s a chance I’m horny. I think I’ve already worn the batteries out in my vibrator once this week because of it. I can’t stop thinking about this man. The way he touched me, the way he spoke to me, I’ve never experienced anything like it before. In fact, I’m getting worked up thinking about it now.
As if the sexy devil himself can read my mind, my phone pings with an incoming message and I’m not going to lie—my girly parts tingle when Sloan’s name pops up on the screen.
Sloan: Please tell me you happen to be free tonight. I’m dying to bury myself inside you.
Me: Mmm, a man who gets right to the point. I like that.
Sloan: What can I say? It’s the lawyer side of me.
Me: Ah, and here I thought it was the sexy alpha male side of you…
Sloan: Well, that too. Are you free tonight gorgeous?
Me: Well, you Sir, are in luck. I happen to be finished with all my stuff for the next two days. If you want me, I’m all yours.
Sloan: FUCK. Did you just call me Sir?
Me: *giggling* I believe I did…Sir.
Sloan: Are you teasing me, gorgeous? I’ll make you call me that later. You’ll see. And hell yes, I want you.
Me: I’ll be looking forward to it. My place or yours?
Sloan: Carson?
Me: Road trip. Won’t be back for a few more days.
Sloan: Then yours. I’m leaving straight from the office in ten minutes. We can order take out later if you want or you can get ready and I’ll take you out. Your choice.
Me: Take out sounds fantastic. Besides, I’m already comfortable in my t-shirt and panties. Wouldn’t want to have to get dressed again.
Sloan: Tee shirt and panties? FUCK. Did I say ten? Fuck that, I’m leaving now. We’ll decide what to order when I get there.
Me: Sounds good. See you in a few.
He doesn’t text back which probably means he’s leaving as soon as possible. The thought of him arriving soon spurs me into action. I jump up off the couch and run into my room, stripping out of my clothes, and pinning my hair onto the top of my head. I lied about being in my t-shirt and panties, but I had a good reason. Yes, we could have gone out to eat or done something together, but that would delay the inevitable. I need to fuck this man again and I’m getting extremely impatient. I know. I sound awful.
I take a quick shower and towel off, throwing on my favorite Avenged Sevenfold fitted t-shirt from the concert Carson and I went to last year over a matching black lace bra and panty set and a pair of black cotton shorts I normally wear around the house. I take down my hair and brush it, trying to tame it as much as I can in the short time I have when I hear the doorbell.
Taking one last look in the mirror and stamping down my nerves, I head to the front door, peeking through the peephole, finding Sloan on the other side. From his last text to the doorbell ringing, it only took him eleven minutes. Impressive. The thought of him in a rush to get here for me brings a smile to my face.
Taking a calming breath, I open the door, taking in the sexy sight of this gorgeous man in front of me. His suit is dark blue today, with a tie to match and damn, he looks positively edible from the top of his head to the soles of the black dress shoes he’s wearing. A smile plays across his lips as he takes me in, his eyes roving over me from head to toe.
“You didn’t say you were wearing shorts.” He says, his eyes focusing in on the black cotton covering up the silky black lace.
“Oops, I guess I forgot to mention it,” I say it in my most coy and shy voice. When he doesn’t make a move to come in, I ask “Are you going to stay out there all night and stare, or do you want to come inside?” I step over to give him room to enter the doorway. He doesn’t speak, but steps through into the entryway, tossing a gym bag I didn’t see at first next to the built in. I close the door behind him, my back facing him as I engage the lock, and before I can even get it secured, I can feel his solid body pressing up against me, forcing my front into the door. My breath seizes up, my skin tingling with awareness as his hands come up to skim over my body. He pulls my hair to the side, exposing my ear and neck, running a long, slow lick up the sensitive flesh. My nipples perk at first touch. His hand slides down my arm, covering my hand that’s still hovering over the lock, and together we turn the deadbolt into place.
Without warning, Sloan spins me around, pressing my back into the door and crushing his lips to mine. It’s a brutal, powerful kiss, one of impatience and carnal desire, and immediately I’m lifted and off my feet, my legs wrapping around his waist. He only breaks the kiss long enough to ask “room?” Once I point him in the right direction, his lips are right back on mine. He stumbles his way down the hall into my room, kicking the door closed with his foot, and tossing me on the bed. The headboard rattles against the wall as my body comes to settle into the mattress. I’m left looking up at this god-like Adonis as he undresses before me. His tie comes off first, and he tosses it on the bed. I come up on my elbows to get a better view, which draws a naughty smirk across his face.
He doesn’t say anything, just keeps undoing the buttons on his shirt, tossing it onto the floor next to m
y bed. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of his body coming into view. Who would think under all that designer fabric was the body of a well-toned, well-sculpted, well-hung male specimen? He wastes no time in toeing off his shoes and going straight for his pants. They’re off in record time, the outline of his cock clearly visible and straining through his boxer briefs. There’s a small spot in the front darker than the rest of the fabric where the tip sits, dripping pre-cum onto the cotton.
Holy hell, that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
He’s turned on as much as I am and I can already tell I’m embarrassingly wet. He bends down placing a knee on the bed, and I think he might crawl onto it with me, but instead he leans over and grabs the waistband of my shorts, pulling them off, and tossing them over his shoulder.
“There. No more shorts. Now you’re dressed like you said you were.” He stands there, the look of lust across his face brief as he stares at the black lace panties left behind, then leans me up to remove my shirt, leaving me in the matching set.
“Fuck.” He breathes the word out as he takes in the black lace on my semi-naked body lying across the bed. His eyes turn almost predatory as he comes down on top of me, straddling my waist and slipping his hand under the back of my neck. He lifts my face up to meet his, his lips soft and pliant. His hard cock digs into my belly, growing harder as his kiss takes over my senses. But almost as soon as it starts, it’s over too quickly as Sloan sits up, towering over me, a wicked smile on his face. Without a word, he reaches down and flicks the clasp on my bra, exposing me to his heated gaze, then slides the bra up and off. He brings his hands back to my shoulders, running them down the length of my arms until he gets to my wrists. Gripping one in each hand, he slowly slides my arms up over my head, gliding them across the cool, plush comforter of my bed, and stretching them up towards the headboard.
“You teased me.” He breathes across my lips as he lets go of my arms and reaches for the necktie still laying on the side of the bed next to us. “Now, it’s my turn to tease you.”
Chapter Nine
Sloan
Her eyes go wide as she watches me run the tie through my fingers, and I see her throat moving as she swallows. I’m still straddled across her waist, and I know she can feel my cock digging into her belly. It’s rock hard, the sight of her under me ensuring it stays that way. She squirms as I dangle the tie up and over her breasts, letting the silk barely skim the flesh around her nipples. They perk up even more when I let it barely touch the pink tips. Her breathing is heavy with anticipation as I lean over and slide her arms back down toward me. “Put your hands together, and hold them out for me.”
She doesn’t hesitate, pushing them out in front of her and towards me, her wrists touching each other. She watches as I weave one end of the silk tie around her wrists, securing the two together. When I’m satisfied I’ve bound her wrists—but not too tight—I slide her arms back up over her head and climb off her body. I knew the minute I saw the decorative slats in her headboard I wanted to tie her up. I loop the other end of my necktie around a slat and secure it to the headboard. Walking back down toward her feet, I grip her ankles to pull her body down the bed. This way, her arms are drawn tight over her head. I can’t help but stand there for a few seconds, admiring the treat laid out on the mattress before me while she smiles back at me, a pink flush creeping up her skin. “Fuck, you look good enough to eat. I think that’s what I’ll do first.”
Leaning over her body, I slip my fingers under the lace of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them over my shoulder. Finally seeing her stretched out naked before me has my cock straining for attention. “Spread your legs for me baby. Show me how wet you are.”
Her lips part, and she hesitates only briefly before her legs part for me too. She opens them wide and I can see she’s already slick with arousal. I climb up on the bed between her legs. As much as I want to go slow and savor her, my need to taste her overwhelms me. I slip my hands under her ass and lift her pussy up to my lips, licking long and slow. Her body jerks, the headboard rattling as she tugs her arms trying to grab hold of me.
“I wanna touch you.” She whispers, her head tilted up to look at me between her legs.
“I know.” It’s the only response I give her before I go back to swirling my tongue around her clit. Using my fingers, I part her slick flesh, exposing that small but powerful nub so I can drive her crazy. I slip a finger inside, alternating with a second one, but I never give her the movements she craves. I keep teasing, bringing her right to the edge. When I feel her tighten, I pull away, taking my fingers with me. She pouts and groans in protest while I slide up her body and suck a nipple into my mouth. She gasps at the sudden pull and it prompts me to repeat the action with the other one, until they’re both peaked against the cool air. I slide my tongue between the mounds of her breasts, and lick all the way up her chest, over her throat and finish at her chin, then take her lips in another slow, sensual kiss. I know she can taste herself on me, her lips and tongue fighting mine for control. Pulling back, I run my fingers over her swollen lips, tracing them down her jaw and around her throat until I’m resting my palm lightly against the side of her neck, my thumb lazily stroking over her windpipe. I dip in for another kiss, this time moving my thumb to the side and putting pressure around her throat. She moans as I take her mouth with mine, my grip on her throat light but firm, and she strains forward trying to get closer to me causing the pressure around her throat to increase. She moans again.
Fuck, I need inside this woman. Now.
I pull back from the kiss again, and my hand slips away from her neck, but not without protest. Her pout is both cute and sexy as hell, and makes me want to kiss those lips again while wrapping my hand around her throat tighter, but I can’t let my wayward thoughts deter me. “I’ll be right back, baby. I need to get a condom out of my bag and I left it by the door.” I start to move off her, but her legs come up to wrap around my waist, my cock pressing hard against her pussy, only the cotton of my underwear separating us.
“Top drawer of the nightstand.” She cranes her neck to the side, looking at the piece of furniture by her bed. “Over there.”
I stretch over and open the drawer, fishing around inside until I pull out a box of condoms, the same kind and size I have in my bag.
I sit back up and look down at her, holding the box up in my hand. A smile crosses her face and my eyes drop to her lips as she licks them. “What? I paid attention last time.”
“Good girl.” I take out a condom and put the box back in the drawer, tossing the one I removed on her. It lands on her tight belly and I untangle her legs from around me, moving back enough to give myself room. Slowly I slide my boxer briefs off, my cock popping free and coming to rest up against her warm flesh. She drops her legs flat on the bed and raises her head as much as her bondage will allow, and watches me as I roll the condom down my cock, hard and long in front of me as if reaching out to her. Her eyes close and she bites her lip in anticipation as I slide my sheathed dick across her slick pussy, teasing her clit. Moving up the bed closer to her, I tilt her hips at an angle, her ass almost resting on my splayed thighs.
“Nowhere to go, gorgeous. You’re all mine.” Her eyes pop open, the lust visible in them as I spread her legs wider and push into her, but only an inch or two. She squirms, trying to slide herself further down on my cock but her arms have already stretched the tie to the max and she can’t move. “So impatient. You must really want my cock.”
A wicked grin crosses over her lips, and she looks up at me with big, pleading eyes. Her voice is whisper-quiet when she speaks. “Yes, Sir, I do.”
“Fucking hell.” They’re the only words to come out of my mouth as I slam into her the rest of the way, lifting her off the bed as I bottom out inside her. I wanted to tease her, take it slow, but her words spur me into action and I can’t get inside her fast enough. The little vixen already knows how to get me to do exactly what she desi
res.
She cries out at the sudden movement. “More. Please, I need more.”
I pull out again and slam into her a second time, a third, a fourth, until I build up a decent rhythm. Her breaths are heavy, moans and curses floating from her mouth on almost every stroke. She tries to close her legs, the sensations overwhelming her as my cock strokes in and out. It’s a sexy fucking sight, and I can’t help but watch as my dick slips in and out of her body, glistening more with each plunge. Her legs close around me again, but I’m not letting her take back control. I spread them wide with my arms, my strength too much for her to push against and I feel her legs relax. “Open. Wide open for me baby. Just feel.”
She drops her legs open more for me, and I lean over on top of her, resting my weight on my elbows as I drop them onto the mattress on either side of her body. I take a quick lick over each nipple as I slide up, my hands coming to rest near her face. I rock my body up and in, the shaft of my cock gliding across her wet clit with each stroke, the friction causing her to tighten around me. Pulling myself up, I slide my arms underneath her legs, almost bending her in half as her feet come to rest up against my shoulders. Her arms rattle the headboard again; desperate to touch me as I move my hips into her, her body having no choice but to absorb the pleasure. I steal a kiss across her parted lips, her head dropping to the mattress as I continue stroking inside her. She’s close. Sliding one hand in behind her neck, I tilt her face up to mine. “Open your eyes Lizzy. I want them on me when you come, screaming my name. Fuck, come for me baby. Give me what’s mine.”
I stroke long and deep a few more times, her eyes never leaving mine until I feel her pussy clench tighter around my cock. “Oh god, Sloan. Oh fuck!” Those are the only words she manages to say; the rest being groans and moans as she crashes over the crest and comes hard around me. Her body arches up off the bed as much as it can and her pussy convulses and clenches around my dick. I keep pumping, not stopping until I reach that peak myself. One last stroke inside her, burying myself all the way to the hilt, and I let go, coming so hard I see spots. I pump a few more times, my dick twitching inside as her body continues to shudder around me.
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