by Anna Paige
I'd wanted to do this for weeks, spent countless hours imagining just how she'd taste... and now I was starved for her. If I didn't go slowly, that thin thread of control would snap, and I'd take it farther than I should.
The feel of her skin on my tongue was addictive, consuming. My entire body was attuned to it, in the same way an addict must feel at the precise moment he gets his fix.
It was euphoric skimming her flesh with my mouth, hearing her fast, shallow breaths as I explored.
When I reached the dip between her neck and collarbone, I flicked my tongue across the crevice over and over, doing exactly what I planned to do when I made my way to her sweet pussy. A little preview so she'd know just how fucking serious I was about making her come.
Her chest heaved under my mouth, her hands on the back of my neck pulling me into her. Soft whimpers escaped as she panted, causing my cock to swell painfully against the constraint of my slacks. Shit. Those little noises she was making turned me on more fiercely than anything I'd ever heard in my life. It was such an honest, pure sound. Nothing forced or attention seeking about it. She wasn't playing a part or doing what she thought was expected. It was genuine enjoyment, and it made me want to rip the expensive dress from her body and bury myself inside her just to see what those moans felt like from the inside.
Her whole body shook with desire, she tossed her head from side to side as she fought to hold herself upright, her legs trembling beneath her. She needed to brace herself against something, fast.
I returned my attention to her mouth as I spun us around and backed her up against the door. She leaned back against it and sighed into my mouth. Satisfied that she wasn't going to fall, she took control of the kiss, gently sucking my tongue before nipping at my lip and starting over. Jesus, this woman could kiss better than most women fucked.
While she drove me absolutely crazy with her mouth, I slid my hand up her outer thigh, tracing the slit in her gown and caressed the warm skin with my fingertips. I barely held back a smile when she shifted to press her core against my leg. She probably hadn't even been aware of it, she was just that responsive.
Not one to disappoint, I pressed my thigh into her, the heat of her body easily felt through the layers of fabric between us. She shuddered and sucked my lower lip. Hard.
Fuck. Who was supposed to be coming, me or her? I had to focus, or I would forget the point of this.
I pulled my leg back, the loss of heat immediate. She whimpered in frustration, which was just as sexy as the whimpers of pleasure. Hmm... teasing her might be fun.
Next time.
No, there was only tonight. There would be no next time. I'd prove to her that she wasn't broken, and that would be the end of it. But I'd damn well enjoy tonight. Watching her come would be better than any orgasm I'd ever fucking had.
I slipped my hand into the opening in the gown and moved it to make space so I could continue my exploration and rub her through what felt like silk panties. I kept my attention away from her clit, knowing that was exactly where she wanted me but enjoying myself too much to rush things. I skimmed the back of my hand across her mound, realizing that she was waxed completely bare beneath the thin fabric, causing a low growl of appreciation to rumble deep in my throat.
I moved my other hand to the back of her neck, gripping the hair at her nape and softly tugged until she pulled her mouth away from mine and met my eye. "Do you feel that?" I zeroed in on her clit with my fingers, her panties already so damp I could feel her arousal on my fingers. "You're drenched. You're dripping wet and ready for me." Her hooded eyes rolled back as I ran two fingers up her slit, pressing firmly over her clit and circling it over and over. When she looked at me again, I pressed a quick kiss to her lips and held her eye. "Tonight isn't about me, though. This," I licked her lower lip, "is about you. Everything tonight is for you, to show you just how fucking perfect you are." I pressed my forehead against hers, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Did you hear me, Alison? You're absolutely perfect, and I'm about to prove it."
She tried to nod, but I shook my head and raised a brow in question. I needed to hear her say it, no misunderstanding, no mixed signals. Eventually, she found her voice, low and raspy with desire. "Yes, please don't stop."
That was all I needed to hear.
I pushed the slip of fabric aside and plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy, the tightness surprising me. Christ, she was snug. My dick twitched in my pants, protesting its captivity. Ignoring it, I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips. Ali's eyes widened as she watched me lick them clean, groaning in pleasure as I lapped up her sweet juices before plunging them back inside her. I worked her with my hand, thumb poised over her swollen clit as I thrust into her again and again.
It wasn't long before I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, her body tensing as the orgasm built inside her. I pressed my lips to the spot just above her collarbone, knowing it was particularly sensitive. I flicked my tongue over it as I dipped my fingers into her and used my thumb to rub slow circles over her throbbing clit.
She leaned her cheek against the top of my head and gasped as the orgasm ripped through her. She threw her head back, and I snapped mine up so I could watch, not about to miss one second. Her expression was a mixture of shock and rapture, as I knew it would be. Her pussy milked my fingers as I continued to stroke her, pushing against the sweet spot just behind her pubic bone and making her cry out as she came. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and held her up, seeing that her legs were starting to give out as she rode my hand, gasping and calling my name. My cock pulsed, and I thought I might come right there.
She called out again, and I had to bite my fucking lip to distract myself, the sound of my name tumbling from her swollen lips was enough to make my balls tighten and my dick throb with need. She was about to make me come without even touching me. I was dumbfounded by my reaction and more aroused than I'd ever been.
A minute later she breathed a contented sigh and straightened. I removed the arm supporting her taking my time to be sure she was alright to stand on her own but left my fingers deep inside her. I brushed my thumb over her clit, careful not to apply too much pressure to the sensitive nub and she closed her eyes, a contented smile on her face.
I leaned in and took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. When I pulled back, I took a moment to just look at her. She was so damn beautiful she actually glowed. She sighed again and opened her eyes, smile widening when she met my gaze. She looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
How cute, she thought it was over.
Not even close.
I slowly withdrew my fingers and slipped them back into her, going as deep as possible. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time, when her eyes had once again filled with arousal, I pulled out completely and brought my drenched hand up in front of her. She glanced at my slick fingers and stilled, obviously waiting for me to taste them as I had before. When I turned my hand to face her and held my fingers to her lips, her eyes widened but she licked her lips in anticipation. I nodded for her to open her mouth. "Here, beautiful. See for yourself how sweet you taste. Trust me, there's plenty for the both of us."
She reached up and grasped my wrist, bringing my hand to her lips and taking my index and middle fingers into her mouth. She licked and sucked until I thought I'd lose my fucking mind. She pulled back until just the tips of my fingers remained then bobbed her head and took them both fully into her hot mouth. My cock throbbed in my pants as I watched her, imagining her on her knees before me, taking all of me into her mouth, swallowing furiously as I shot my load down her throat.
Fuck. Me.
I removed my fingers from her mouth, and her lips turned down in disappointment that I'd taken away her toy. Stepping so close that my erection pressed deep into her belly, I ran my hand over her thigh. "I'm glad to see you're still eager to play because I'm not done with you yet. I still haven't gotten my fill of that sweet pussy."
She p
ressed herself into me, her lips nearly touching mine as she spoke. "Take what you want, Clay. I can't wait any longer."
Oh, God. Don't say that.
If I took what I wanted, I'd be breaking my promise to Spencer, and I swore I wouldn't do that. Although I probably couldn't pick him out of a lineup right now if my life depended on it. Regardless, I swore I wouldn't fuck the employees, and I wasn't. I was just going to make her come a few times. Not the same thing.
Just keep telling yourself that, dumbass.
Ali pressed her lips to mine and resumed sucking on my tongue. I thrust in and out, fucking her mouth and kneading her breasts in my hands as she ground herself against me. I broke our kiss and moved slowly down her body, kissing my way to her breasts, her abdomen, her hip. The silky feel of her gown under my lips was surprisingly arousing. When I got to her left thigh, I ran my hand up the slit in her dress and pushed it up to her hip as I ran my tongue over her bare skin. Ali took the length of the dress in her hand and held it to the side, clearing my path.
I pushed her panties to one side and exhaled at the beauty of her.
I pressed my lips to her smooth mound and snaked my tongue out to run it quickly through her slit. She trembled and leaned against the door giving it a hard bump, placing her hands on my shoulders to balance herself. I glanced up as I ran my tongue over my lips, letting out a soft moan of appreciation as I savored her. She was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. I put both palms on her inner thighs and pushed, forcing her to open for me. I exhaled slowly, blowing cool air over her hot flesh.
Completely smooth and glistening wet, she was perfect. I pressed my face into her, exploring her folds with my tongue, dipping into her hot channel and circling her clit. I couldn't help nibbling her soft, bare, skin, which elicited an encouraging response from her. Each time I nipped her with my teeth she pressed herself into me, mewling and panting.
I moved over and brazenly bit her inner thigh, careful not to break the skin but using much more force than I had on her more delicate flesh. She writhed against me, gasping, and I knew there would be a mark. The idea of her finding it in the morning sent a jolt of pleasure to my cock. She would see the imprint in the mirror and remember my mouth on her, devouring her pussy like I was starving for it and just how good it felt to come all over my hand, my face. She'd relive it all over again in an instant because I had marked her, claimed her. Another deep growl ripped through my chest.
Tired of fighting the scrap of silk covering her, I clamped my teeth down on the thin band at her hip and pulled it apart with both hands. She sucked in a breath as I moved to the other side, repeating the action before tossing the ruined garment over my shoulder. Even without the panties in the way, craning my neck limited my access to her and her legs were beginning to shake. Not wanting to stop to find a comfortable spot, I wound my arms around her thighs from underneath and stood, sliding her up the door and bringing her legs over my shoulders.
Thank fuck for high ceilings.
I looked up from between her legs and saw the surprise on her face morph into raw hunger. She had her hands behind her, grasping at the tiny ledge at the top of the doorframe for balance. I winked at her and placed both hands on her ass, angling her lower body away from the door and holding her up in front of me before diving face-first into her pussy.
I licked and sucked at her clit then moved to thrust my tongue into her opening, feeling her clench appreciatively around me every time. Looked like someone had good muscle control. Testing my theory, I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could and groaned when she milked it. She was toying with me, and it was starting to test my resolve.
I decided it was time to show her who was in charge. I pulled my tongue from inside her and swirled it over her clit in hard circles, faster and faster. One of her hands threaded through my hair, pulling my face deeper into her pussy. I pulled my right hand around, managing to continue to support her body and still impale her with my thumb.
She tightened around me, thighs clamping down on either side of my head, pussy squeezing the thumb I'd buried inside her. I licked faster, harder, dipping down to flick the sensitive tip of her clit. The harder she squeezed, the faster I licked, sucked, and plunged my thumb into her. Round and round we went for several minutes. So long that I was a hairs-breadth from sliding her down the doorframe and onto my rock hard cock.
Just as I began to seriously consider breaking my promise, she stiffened and screamed. A string of obscenities fell from her lips, making me smile as I sucked her clit, letting her ride out her orgasm completely before I licked her clean.
When the last ripples of pleasure had gone, I let her slide slowly down the door and stood before her, my hands resting lightly on her hips.
Feet planted firmly on the floor, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips with a satisfied sigh.
I jumped when her fingers trailed over the bulge in my pants. She smiled into my mouth as she wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed me through the fabric. Pulling back, she looked at me with a lascivious grin. "Looks like it's my turn." She ran her fingers up my length and licked her lips.
Oh, fuck. I hadn't planned on this. Hadn't thought that far ahead. I'd been so focused on her, on making her come just to prove she could, that it genuinely never occurred to me that she'd want to return the favor. Shit.
I claimed her mouth again, giving myself time to come up with something to say. She wound herself around my body like a cat, making coherent thought damn near impossible. I cupped her face with both hands, deepening the kiss and letting out an involuntary growl when she bit my lip. Fuuuck. I wanted inside her so bad. Maybe I should let her do what she wanted. She obviously intended to wrap those pouty lips around my cock. If what I'd done to her didn't count as sex, that shouldn't either, right?
Somewhere deep down I knew it was bullshit, but in my highly aroused state it sounded perfectly rational.
When she pulled back and began running her tongue down my neck, I didn't stop her. I didn't stop her when she circled her thumb over the head of my cock through my slacks. I didn't stop her when she unfastened my belt or when she unbuttoned my pants. I said nothing when she freed my throbbing erection, her eyes widening as she noted my size. She looked somewhat intimidated as she prepared herself to pleasure me.
Still, I said nothing.
But when she took me in hand and slid me all the way to the back of her throat in one swift move, I couldn't stay silent anymore. I growled, I moaned, I panted like a fucking teenager getting blown for the first time. I shook as I fisted my hands in her hair, clenching my jaw to keep from screaming as she bobbed up and down, taking every inch of me time and time again.
When she took my balls in her hands, caressing, pulling, fondling, I damn near lost it. She flicked the sensitive spot just below the head of my cock with her tongue, lapping at it. She leaned back and met my eye as she rubbed my tip across her lips, teasing me to the point of torture before taking me in her mouth and trying to swallow me whole.
She toyed with me for what seemed like hours, keeping me on the brink of exploding but never pushing me over the edge. Finally, she looked up at me with pleading in her eyes. "Come for me, please. I want to taste you like you tasted me." With that, she slammed my cock to the back of her throat and held it there.
I was gone.
A wave of heat rushed over me, pooling in my groin. My balls tightened. My cock pulsed. I shuddered and gasped, fisting her hair and pushing deep as I came. I spurted hot into her hungry mouth and she never missed a beat, her throat working around the head of my cock as she swallowed everything I gave her with a series of moans that vibrated through my whole fucking body.
When I'd emptied myself, I pulled back, afraid I'd choked her in my enthusiasm. She grasped my ass and pulled me forward, pushing my dick back into her as she sucked and licked me clean.
She stroked me softly with one hand as she released me from her mouth inch by inch and rose to her feet, planting
a searing kiss on my lips.
She pulled back and playfully kissed my nose as she released me and began righting my clothes. Once she finished, she laid her palms on my still heaving chest and grinned. "No way was I letting you leave here unsatisfied. Not after that." She grasped my arm and tugged me further into the apartment. Her legs were still wobbly, forcing her to lean against me as we crossed to the kitchen. "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink."
WE STOOD IN THE spacious kitchen, choosing to lean our backs against the counter rather than have a seat at the center island as we sipped twenty-year-old scotch and caught our breath. Our sides touched as we took turns sighing into the comfortable silence.
After a while, I raised my glass to inspect the amber liquid. "This is excellent scotch. Lots of depth."
Ali glanced over at me and smiled as she nodded. "Talia's restaurant carries it, and her distributors adore her, so they send her an extra bottle once a quarter as a gift." She laughed softly, cheeks still flushed from our tryst. "Funny thing is Talia hates the stuff. She rarely drinks anything other than wine."
I chuckled. "It's a nice gesture, nonetheless. One I'm sure means a great deal to her, even if we're the ones truly benefiting."
Ali nodded and tapped my glass with hers. "To free booze." She turned to me, lip curving into a seductive smile as she held her glass up. "And to being mistaken. I've never had so much fun being proved wrong."
I clinked my glass to hers and took a deep drink, warmth spreading in my chest as I kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll drink to that."
Eventually, we finished our drinks and moved to the living room where we both plopped down on the couch, exhausted from the long evening. Ali slipped the straps off her heels, and they clattered to the floor as she rubbed her instep and sighed. "I swear, I'll never understand how some women wear those things every day. My feet are killing me."
I patted the empty cushion between us and motioned for her to give me her feet. She looked a bit surprised but complied, taking her time stretching her gorgeous legs across the couch. The same legs that had just been wrapped around my head as she rode my face.
