Singapore Fling

by Rhian Cahill

  “Put it over my hip, open for me.”

  Without hesitation she did as he asked and tilted her pelvis to give him a better angle for entry. The head of his cock hit her slick opening and his eyes crossed. Lightning shot through his dick into his balls and settled at the base of his spine. He bent his knees, thrust forward and sank to the hilt in one swift shove. Her back hit the door and it rattled on its hinges but her cry of delight put his mind at rest about hurting her. Burned from tip to root, he kept his cock still, enjoying the thrill of finally being buried in her sweet body.

  Carly’s body clenched tight around the man buried inside her. Every ridge, every pulse and twitch of his cock ricocheted through her sensitive pussy walls. Her muscles convulsed, clamped and released as they milked his flesh and dragged a growl from his throat. His shaft jerked, hit her in places never before touched. Stretched to the limit around him, her slick channel stung with pleasure.

  She needed more, wanted him to pound in and out of her until her world exploded. A whimper fell from her lips as he withdrew. A cry of delight burst from her throat when he slammed back in. Caught between his body and the door she couldn’t thrust back. Carly moaned in frustration.

  “More,” she demanded as he shoved in again.

  Saxon grabbed the leg not around his hip. Tugging, he used the door to brace them as he lifted it around his waist. When the angle of penetration changed, she dug her heels into his ass and sank down on his cock. Impaled farther than she’d ever been before, on the thickest shaft she’d ever had, Carly could do nothing to stop the orgasm ripping through her.

  Her back arched, her body grew rigid as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He plunged in, pulled out. Hard. Fast. Deep. She didn’t come down from the peak, her breath trapped in her lungs as he drove her into the next mind-numbing explosion. A scream tore from her chest, echoed around them, mixing with Saxon’s howl of satisfaction as he came.

  They slumped against the door. His weight held her up even when her legs slid from his hips and her toes touched the floor. She shook all over. Tiny shudders—mini replicas of the spasms that had racked her body moments before. Fire filled her lungs with each breath and her sex pulsed around the softening length still buried inside. Some small part of her mind marveled at what she’d done. She’d had sex with her boss. Not just any sex, but mind-blowing, body-destroying sex.

  She could get addicted to sex this good.

  She could get addicted to him.

  “Wow.” The word escaped her on a puff of air.

  “Yeah, I knew it’d be good, but…”

  Saxon slid his cock from her body, allowing her feet to settle on the floor fully. Someone must have snuck in and replaced her legs with cooked noodles because they failed to support her when he let go completely. Her back slid down the door and she crumpled to her knees. She found herself face-to-face with a magnificent specimen of the male anatomy. The large pool of cum sitting in the tip of the condom turned her on like nothing else ever had.

  The power in knowing she’d made him lose control in the most basic way spiked through her, igniting her blood and her arousal until she shook with the desire to wrap her lips around that monster and do it all over again. She’d never be able to take all of him. But she’d be damned if she didn’t want to give it a try. Her mouth watered and her tongue slipped out to catch any drool that might have escaped.

  “Keep that up and I’ll fill that sexy mouth so you can’t tease me with it,” Saxon growled.

  Her gaze flew up to meet his. The naked hunger in his blue eyes slashed through her and shot heat and sensation to every nerve. Her clit pulsed and more saliva pooled in her mouth. Carly pulled her lips between her teeth and bit down to stop her wayward tongue from sneaking out for another pass over the bottom one.

  His nostrils flared and his pupils grew so large only a thin line of blue around the edges remained.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered as he reached between them and removed the used condom. His other hand grabbed the back of her head, tangled in her hair and tugged her forward. “Suck it. Wrap that naughty little mouth around my cock and suck it.”

  The harsh command and rough hand took her by surprise. Unsure if she was comfortable with his demand, she fought to keep her head away. It didn’t matter. He held her in place and thrust his hips forward using the head of his cock like a battering ram on her closed lips to gain access to her mouth. Fingers snagged and tugged at her hair.

  “I said suck it, Carly.” His stern voice rippled along her nerves and moisture flooded her pussy.

  When she refused to open her mouth he used his other hand to block her nose, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as her lips parted he shoved forward and pushed to the back of her throat. She gagged.

  “Breathe through your nose.” He let go of her nose and gripped the side of her head. “Relax your throat.”

  Her eyes watered and her lips burned as they stretched around his girth. He stroked either side of her head, not moving in or out. She tried to calm the panic. He wouldn’t let her suffocate, she knew that, but fear mixed with desire in a potent combination of lust. When she managed to get her breathing under control she glanced up to find him watching her.

  “You have no idea how sexy you look with my cock spreading your lips until they can’t go any farther.” He untangled one hand and trailed a finger around where their flesh met. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Carly.”

  Flash fire burst in her pussy. He took what he wanted. Demanded she submit to his desires and forget hers. She should be angry—turned off. Instead, she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life, thrilled by his intention to use her for his pleasure. Moisture pooled in her sex, hot and wet, it spread onto her thighs. Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples turned unbearably tight, aching to be touched.

  “You like that?” He pulled back an inch, pushed back in. “You like me using you?”

  The feral smile on his lips spoke more than his words. He knew what he was doing to her, knew she was aroused by his control and he loved it. She moaned as he moved again.

  “Oh yeah, you like it. If I touched your pussy my hand would come away wet, wouldn’t it? You’re so hot down there, so close to coming, but you’re not going to. No more orgasms for you unless I say you can have one.” Both his hands were tangled in her hair, holding her head still as his strokes grew longer, quicker. “Did you hear me, Carly? No coming unless I say so.”

  She couldn’t answer, her head immobilized by his hands and her mouth full of his cock, she could only communicate with her eyes and the suction of her mouth. She sucked him harder.

  “Good girl. Now relax that throat so I can shove my cock down it.”

  Carly’s body jerked. His words sent shudders down her spine, electrifying her flesh with white hot lust. The gravelly tone of his voice stroked and titillated her skin like fingers. She reached out to steady herself on his thighs but he had other ideas.

  “Don’t touch me with anything but your mouth. Keep your hands behind your back or I’ll tie them there.”

  Cream flowed from her sex, her nether lips slick with the evidence being at his mercy drew from her core. She’d never been mastered before. Never allowed it. She was a take charge, go after what she wanted kind of girl but for the first time in her life she handed control to someone else and reveled in it. His pleasure pulled hers, pushed it to the limit until she stood on the edge of ecstasy.

  Her jaw hurt but the pain wasn’t unpleasant. It had a sting that zipped along her veins, zapped at her senses. Blood rushed in her ears and her vision blurred. Relaxing in his hold, she concentrated on the suck of her mouth and the swirl of her tongue. He pumped in and out of her mouth, pounding into it like he had her pussy. Unrelenting, he drove himself as far as he could. With each lunge the mushroom head of his cock hit the back of her throat. The length of him jerked and pulsed against her lips and tongue.

  His strokes grew erratic,
and the tug on her hair told her he was approaching orgasm. A firm shove forward and his balls slammed into her chin as the cock in her mouth throbbed and exploded in a torrent of cum. Large spurts coated her throat and tongue and she swallowed in an effort to keep it from spilling out.

  “Suck harder.” He withdrew until only the head remained in her mouth and finished coming on her tongue.

  Carly drew on the tip of his cock, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. She swallowed the hot fluid, lapped at the slit with the tip of her tongue. He groaned above her and his grip on her hair loosened. His softening length left her mouth with a pop and she licked her lips to catch any remaining semen. When he let go of her head completely she fell to the floor exhausted and out of breath, but buzzing with unresolved arousal. She squeezed her legs tight, pinching her clit and shuddered with the effort not to come.

  Chapter Three

  Saxon tried to catch his breath. His chest heaved with each ragged inhalation. Stars swam in front of his eyes and drums pounded in his ears. Every part of his body tingled, from the brain still struggling to focus, to the toenails on his toes. He couldn’t remember coming so hard before. Ever. Never had it felt like his spine was being pulled through his cock and dragging his balls with it. For a second, when cum blasted from his body, he thought he might pass out.

  He let Carly go and folded his arms on the door, leaning his forehead against them to stop himself from sinking to the floor. Eyes squeezed tight, he fought to bring himself back to earth. She’d blown him away, first with a body-slamming fuck and then with the blowjob to end all blowjobs. Christ! The things she did with that mouth. His cock twitched and pulsed with renewed arousal. Would the thing never get enough?

  He wanted her again. Wanted her on a bed where he could press her body into the soft mattress with the weight of his. He wanted her on her hands and knees so he could take her from behind. Wanted to watch, his hands full of her breasts, as she rode him to paradise. Wanted to take her in the shower, all slick and wet, their bodies sliding together with ease. Damn. He just plain wanted her.

  Any way.

  Every way.

  Now.

  The scent of sex swirled around him and he breathed it in. He opened his eyes to scan the quivering woman on the floor below him. Her skin was flushed and her entire length shook with suppressed desire. Bent at what had to be an uncomfortable angle, she lay with her eyes closed, emitting tiny moans and harsh breaths. The same little noises she made when poised on the brink, right before she came. The desire to watch her go over the edge filled him.

  He dropped to his knees beside her and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

  “Do you want to come, Carly?”

  She shuddered with each word he breathed into her ear.

  “You need to come, don’t you?” He nipped at her earlobe and she groaned, her body tightening. “But you can’t, Carly. I haven’t given you permission.”

  He wanted to see how far he could push her, how long she could hold out. He ran the tip of his finger down her side, from shoulder to ankle. The shiver that followed brought a smile to his lips. She was so responsive. He trailed his fingers over the blouse clinging to her sweaty flesh, toward her breast and the bud sitting proud on the top of her generous mound. Her body jolted like she’d been shocked with an electric probe as he pinched her nipple with his fingers. The tip beaded, air hissed through her teeth with a whimper of pure desire.

  So close.

  The clothes had to go. He wanted to see her body react to his touch without the barrier. He wanted to touch her with nothing between them. Skin on skin. He gripped the silk blouse and yanked the seams apart. The sound of rending cloth filled his ears and sent his senses into overload. Some unnamed inner compulsion to claim all of her sliced through him. Before he could think about what he was doing, the urge to possess took hold and he tore the blouse to shreds, throwing the pieces aside like rags.

  His hands shook as he gave her flirty little skirt the same treatment. The soft material fell apart without a fight. The scrap of lace that was her bra proved just as easy to rip from her torso and finally she lay bare before him. Blood rushed in his ears. His groin throbbed with savage lust but he wanted all of her. He brushed the tips of his fingers over her breasts, circled the taut peaks but didn’t touch them. She moaned at the light caress—vibrated beneath his skin. Her body twisted to follow his hand and a groan gurgled in her throat when he took his touch away.

  Saxon had never wanted to dominate a woman as much as he did Carly. His demands had never been this strong but he wanted to control her. Own her. She triggered more than wants, she set a whole new level of hunger free with her openness. The depth of his feelings scared him, whether he feared how far he’d go or that she’d deny him he wasn’t sure but he knew the next few minutes would change the course of his life.

  He eased her over until she lay on her back. His hands on her knees, Saxon spread her legs wide. Her musky scent rose to surround him and he breathed deep, took her inside him. The neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs glistened with her juices, inviting him to touch—to taste. He crawled between her legs, stretched out on his stomach to get a closer look at what was his.

  Propped on his elbows with his shoulders holding her thighs apart, he blew a stream of air over her plump pink folds. Her back arched, her hips lifted off the floor and her thighs squeezed his arms. With a thumb on either side of her nether lips he separated them and exposed the swollen clit and weeping channel hiding inside. Her scent grew stronger and he inhaled deeply again to take more of her in. Damn she smelled good. His mouth watered, longing for a taste of her juicy cream. His cock jerked against his belly, fully erect once more.

  He flattened his tongue and laved her slit. From bottom to top, he lapped at her. The salty tang of her cream burst across his taste buds, enticed him to devour all she offered. He licked and suckled, sipped the nectar that flowed from her. With the pointed tip of his tongue, he probed inside, dove in as far as he could. Carly shuddered beneath his lips and her sheath clamped tight against his invasion. More fluid gushed from her as she trembled violently with the orgasm she held off.

  Tension vibrated every inch of her. She went stiff, arched up into his mouth and a sob quivered on her lips. He withdrew his tongue from her clenching body and blew a stream of air on her clit. The button popped free of its hooded protection and he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at the same time he drove two fingers inside her. She screamed. He lost his rhythm as she thrashed about—on the edge of climaxing.

  He let her go, pulled his fingers almost all the way out. She wailed in desperation and put her legs around his shoulders, tried to force him back down. Looking up, his gaze collided with hers. Raw hunger stared back at him. Her lips moved and it took a second for her plea to reach him over the pounding of his heart and rasping of their breaths.

  “Please…”

  “Now.” The growl burst from his soul as he swooped down and attacked her engorged flesh again.

  He used three fingers this time, plunged them deep and curled them to hit her sweet spot. His open mouth sucked her clit inside and he flicked his tongue on the bundle of nerves with fast, firm strokes. She exploded beneath him. Moisture covered his hand and her muscles convulsed, grasping his fingers in a painful vice. The shriek that flew from her chest was airless, barely a sound but the pitch piercing to his ears.

  She turned to liquid under him. Going limp, she melted into the floor. Her arms and legs flopped wide and her chest barely lifted with each shallow breath. Thoroughly spent, she lay there—her cheeks flushed with arousal and exertion, her nipples taut and rosy red and her sex plump and glistening with her wetness. She was the picture of sex if ever he’d seen one. He pushed to his knees and admired her.

  Something twisted in his chest. Tightened and clenched as he watched Carly. She didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. Exhausted, still as a statue, she was open to him in every way. She’d trusted him with her pleasure and give
n him more than he’d ever asked for by doing so. He’d taken her like an animal, demanded she give him everything and without pause she had. Never before had a woman been so generous. So trusting. She was a treasure to be looked after, to be cherished and he wanted to be the man who took care of her.

  And wasn’t he off to a good start? He’d torn the clothes from her body and rutted on her like a wild beast. Saxon closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Damn. He’d be lucky if she didn’t quit her job and run for her life when she finally came around. He sighed, breathed deep and got a lung full of the smell of sex. His cock twitched and he marveled at the effect this woman had on him. Even now he could take her again. But he wouldn’t, she needed rest and he needed to clean her up and get her into bed.

  Carly couldn’t move, her limbs felt like lead weights and caught in that dream state between wakefulness and sleep, she listened to Saxon shift away. She couldn’t even drum up the energy to worry about how wanton she’d behaved, or how he’d been nothing like she expected. The man had rocked more than her world. He’d shifted the whole damn universe on her. And right now she didn’t care. She’d be happy for him to do it all over again.

  Saxon hadn’t moved in a while, the rasp of his breath close by her the only clue he hadn’t gone far. The once choppy, shallow inhalations now a steady even draw. She couldn’t even find the strength to lift her eyelids. It might take her a week to get up off the floor. She’d miss her plane home. Not that she was worried. Who cared about a plane or home when you’d just experienced the most shattering orgasm of your life? Clothes rustled next to her and she really wanted to look at what he was doing but her brain couldn’t get her body to follow any of the instructions she tried to send.

  Solid arms slid under her shoulders and knees, scooped her against a naked chest. When had he taken his shirt off? Carly flopped like a rag doll in his arms, secure in the knowledge he wouldn’t drop her. Her head spun as he lifted her off the floor, the quick move swishing the blood still on a hormone high as it rushed through her veins. The rock and roll as he walked farther into the suite soothed her senses and she listened to the beat of his heart beneath her ear.