His lips left hers and he trailed his lips down her throat. She gasped at how sensitive her skin was, at least when he touched it with his lips. It was as though her body knew now what to expect from Jericho, and, as such, every nerve thrummed with anticipation, which made her even more susceptible to his touch. She was completely under his control; he had power over her entirely, and she didn’t seem to care all that much anymore. Even her initial reaction to run away vanished when he began to kiss her.
His hand reached up to grab her breast, but instead of squeezing and groping it, he used the pad of his index finger to caress the point of her nipple. She moaned, arching her back in order to try and get more pressure on her breast. He added a second finger caressing her breast and her mouth dropped open. Once her nipple was hard, he moved to the other, giving it the same amount of attention as he had on the other.
Both peaks were hard. She especially loved the feeling when he sucked them between his lips. It caused her pelvis to throb with desire and she could feel the lips between her legs moisten under his attention.
And then, he pulled away and flicked her nipple with his middle finger. She grunted, surprised by the sharp pain that came from it. His mouth immediately captured the assaulted nipple in his mouth as a way to appease it, much like kissing a child’s boo boo to make the pain go away. She moaned.
How could he elicit such competing feelings inside of her?
His lips trailed even further down, surrounding her belly button, across the V the inside of her thighs made before they found her lips between her thighs. When he pressed them against her, she gasped, sucking in a tight breath. His tongue flicked out against her nub and she couldn't help but toss her head back against the pillow and spread her legs further apart so he had better access. He placed his hands on either side of her thighs, spreading her lips so he had a clear shot at her clitoris. He lapped at her like a dog lapping up water on a hot day.
And then he slid one finger inside her slick opening and she let out a shaky moan.
"Jesus Christ, you're so goddamn wet," he said, taking a moment to pause and catch his breath. "Is that for me?"
"You get me this way," she told him, already breathless.
Instinctively, she squeezed her muscles around his finger and he gasped before slowly pulling it out. He muttered something under his breath before sticking two digits inside of her.
"You're so goddamn tight," he said before placing his mouth back on her mound and wagging his tongue against her clit.
From there, he proceeded to fuck her with his fingers and suck at her clit. Annie was entirely helpless. She reached for Jericho's hair because she needed to grab onto something and dig her fingers between the golden-brown locks before pulling at the roots. He hissed but she could swear she felt him smile against her. He proceeded to curl his fingers against her wall in a come-hither motion and she let out a cry of ecstasy.
Fuck..
It was a stupid, naive thought but she had never felt anything like it. Jericho didn't miss a beat. He continued to administer pleasure onto her body. He wasn't going to let up until she came over his face and he sucked up her juices like they were some kind of dinner wine.
It wasn't long until Annie started to feel the fluttery sensation in her pelvis that indicated her orgasm was coming soon. Her breathing started to hitch and her grip on Jericho was painful to say the least. He didn't stop.
"Oh, Jericho," she muttered through clenched teeth and closed eyes.
He didn't stop, not even to command her to do something. She splintered over his face, feeling her pelvis twitch and push out any slickness all over him. He refused to stop licking her, to stop finger fucking her, even when she finished climaxing against him. She had to tug on his hair and physically pull him away.
"You taste fucking delicious," he told her, crawling over her before forcing a rough kiss on her mouth.
She tasted herself on his mouth and it was a different sort of taste but not unpleasant. She could feel his cock pressed against her stomach and she felt her tired core twitch, wanting more. She was insatiable.
Once he broke the kiss, he flipped her on her stomach and gripped her hips so her back arched and her butt was high in the sky. He didn't warn her, didn't do anything except thrust his hard cock into her and she let out a cry. It hurt. It hurt like hell but Jesus, there was still that dull pleasure that coated itself in his cock.
He wasted no time to fuck her from behind. She was certain her hips would bruise underneath his grip but somehow, it didn't hurt. At least, she was distracted from the pain. The way his cock filled her up caused her to feel such incandescent pleasure from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Electricity swam through her fingertips. Every piece of her skin, every nerve, every hair, was honed in on him and his body. Every time he hit her core, more electricity shot out. Like he was giving and taking at the same time.
This wasn't about her. She knew that and she wasn't offended by it. If anything, she wanted him to take what he needed from her in order to satisfy his urge. She liked being used, she liked that there was no romance or intimacy between them in this moment. It was just about pleasure. It was just about him coming inside of her.
Annie had always been a fan of sex. But she always preferred a respectful act of making love - eye contact, no talking, romance and sweetness with a sprinkle of dirty. But Jericho was everything equally all wrapped up into one person. Somehow, he made her crave the raw, loveless sort of sex as much as she craved the intimate, romantic sort of sex. She could have both if she wanted, with him. He would give her whatever she wanted; all she needed to do was ask.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want you to come all over my cock before I do so you better hurry because I'm not stopping." And then he spanked her.
Jesus Christ, indeed. She couldn't believe what this felt like.
Annie loved when he told her what to do, like she meant nothing to him. She wanted more of that disrespect. She wanted more of that nothingness.
She obeyed him. How could she not? Her fingers flew over her clit and all of her weight was on her left hand. She had to angle her back just so, shift her weight slightly. But even so, she wasn't able to hold herself up so her upper body collapsed into the bed and Jericho placed one hand on her back, holding her down while ensuring her ass stayed high in the air.
Her fingers still danced across her clitoris and she couldn’t help but grunt and groan. Not only was she feeling good with Jericho’s thrusting but it was taking a lot out of her to hold herself up and position in just the right way where he wasn’t hurting her and it hit her in just the right spot. Annie couldn’t help the noises that came out of her mouth if she tried.
“Look at yourself,” Jericho said. “Watch me fuck you.”
Annie picked her head up and looked at the full-length mirror that served as the sliding closet door to the master bedroom’s walk-in closet. She had never really thought about watching herself get fucked before, but once she caught sight of Jericho’s muscled body behind her, moving back and forth at her opening, she found she couldn’t stop. He was bulky, filled with muscle that coiled across his skin. Each time he thrust, his abdomen squeezed and she could see it ripple. Her eyes were drawn to the sheen of sweat on his shoulders and between his abs and she had the sudden urge to lick the sweat off of his body. His hair was messy and she loved the way it fell in his face, loved the way it framed his face.
Just looking at him got her halfway there.
But it was his face, the way he was looking at his cock going in and out of her, that really made a difference. It looked awed, filled with pleasure, and concentrated all at once. His brow was wrinkled, his eyes narrowed and focused, and his mouth hung open like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.
And then, she felt herself start to get close. She squeezed her inner muscles, coating him in her wetness, a sign that she was close. He let out a groan and she felt his grip on her tighten. He continued to thr
ust steady, which she appreciated more than she thought she would. For some reason, whenever she indicated that she was about to climax, the guy she was with would start thrusting faster or harder, and while she did climax, it wouldn’t have been the same if he had just kept steady and made her come the way that got her there in the first place.
But Jericho was experienced. He knew how to make her feel desired and good about herself. He knew how to make her body feel better than they expected it to.
It wasn’t long before she shattered around his cock with a shout. She nearly fell into the bed but somehow, she held steady. She gripped the sheets with her fingers. Her knuckles were white and her hands shook. She didn’t think she could hold on any longer.
And then she heard his breathing get ragged. She knew he was coming, could feel his member start to throb inside of her, twitching and moaning as it released all of him deeply into her walls. She loved when he came inside of her. It made her feel complete, whole. It made her feel branded, like she belonged to him and nobody else.
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That morning at work, Annie felt her body still thrum with tingles thanks to her escapades when she awoke. She had never had sex right before work, and she had to shower and change quickly if she wanted to get to work on time, but it was well worth the rush. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun after being dried as quickly as possible with her hair dryer and she threw on the first outfit she saw – a red pencil skirt and a white blouse with nude heels. It was a little daring, if bold, but she didn’t particularly care.
Jericho made a quick breakfast for her while she was in the shower – pancakes with fresh strawberries rather than the Denver omelets due to time, and as she gobbled them down, he murmured, “You know, you could always quit and you would never have to worry about rushing to get to work on time.”
Annie looked up at him with a mouthful of food. She swallowed it down with a glass of milk. “While I appreciate the offer,” she told him, “I actually really do like my job.”
Jericho nodded. “Well, if you ever don’t,” he told her, his pale green eyes serious, “my offer still stands.”
Annie smiled and finished her breakfast. She kissed him quickly on the lips and headed up the stairs to brush her teeth and put on some perfume.
By the time she reached her office, she was just on time. She leaned back in her chair, her food still not quite digested in her stomach, and she rubbed her bloat, trying to make it go away. After a few more minutes, she was ready to start her day.
Just after noon, her phone chirped with a text. It was from her high school friend, Carmen Mendoza.
Call me now, girl!
Annie pressed her lips together, pushing her brow up. What could compel Carmen to text her that? Did people find out about her and Jericho? Was she pissed Annie hadn’t told her about this first? She could understand and she definitely owed her friend an explanation.
Annie leaned toward her desk and dialed Carmen’s number on her office phone. Carmen picked up after one ring.
“Girl, you will never believe what happened,” she opened up with.
At that moment, Annie felt like an idiot. Why would she automatically assume Carmen was texting about her? That was selfish and self-involved. Annie was better than that. She needed to make it up to Carmen, even though Carmen had no idea anything was wrong in the first place.
“Tell me everything,” Annie said enthusiastically.
“I was made partner!” she exclaimed, not able to control the high-pitched voice or the giggles.
“No way,” Annie returned. “That’s amazing! Carmen, I am so happy for you! If anyone deserves being made partner, it’s you.”
“We have to celebrate,” Carmen said.
“Agreed.” An idea popped into Annie’s head. “Let me take care of the plans. I’ll invite the girls. Are you free tomorrow?”
“Girl, you know I am.”
“Okay,” Annie said, ideas already flooding through her head. “Let me make some calls and then get back to you. I’m going to take care of everything.”
“Are you sure, Annie?” Carmen asked, doubt tainting her tone. “Maybe you should get Shonelle’s input.”
Annie bit her bottom lip to keep from saying something she would later regret. She loved Carmen with all her heart but there were times Carmen didn’t take her as seriously as Annie would have preferred. Yes, Carmen was drop-dead gorgeous in a dark, statuesque way while Annie was more girl-next-door and Carmen went to law school and passed the bar and got hired right after graduation at a prestigious law firm while Annie just got a bachelor’s degree, graduated with honors, and got hired at a somewhat reputable accounting firm. Maybe Annie’s life wasn’t as glamorous as Carmen’s but it was still hers and she didn’t necessarily appreciate the dismissal.
Although, if Annie was being honest, she knew it was because Annie wasn’t the party type. She celebrated, certainly, and wouldn’t refuse to go out with the girls, but she wasn’t into getting drunk and partying on a crowded dance floor. So the fact that Annie offered to plan everything meant Carmen thought she was going to do something simple and reserved, like a classy dinner or a wine tasting or something. Annie clenched her teeth. She would show her.
Carmen wanted a party? Annie would find a way to ensure Carmen got the party she wanted. In fact, Annie wanted to make sure it was over the top, to the point where Carmen would never suggest she get help from anyone else again.
“I got this,” Annie told her. “Trust me.”
After she got off the phone with Carmen, she called up the rest of their group and told them tomorrow, they would be out celebrating Carmen’s promotion. She didn’t have the details but she wanted eight o’clock at night on hold for the celebration. They all agreed and each woman asked Annie if she was certain she could handle this and offered to help if she needed it.
By the time she got off the phone with the last invitee, Annie all but slammed the office phone on the hook. She was frustrated with her friends for their lack of faith in her abilities, but more than that, she was frustrated with herself. Why would she continue to carry on like some wallflower? How was she supposed to really let go and live life? She didn’t want male attention like the other girls did but she wanted to feel free, and it was only with Jericho that she felt that way.
The problem was, as much as she loved Jericho, her independence was important to her. And she needed to be able to feel free by herself without being with Jericho. As much as she loved being around him, she knew she wouldn’t always be in his presence.
And, she also knew she didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. It was okay that she didn’t like to drink much or to party. She really didn’t even like to go to clubs, even with her friends. She did like dancing but not in public; she believed that people tended to assume if she was wearing a short dress and shaking her ass, men thought they had a right to touch her or grope her, like she was on some personal display for them. Like she was an object to satisfy whatever hunger they had and not a real person with real thoughts or feelings.
She placed her head in her hands and stared at the black keyboard in front of her. Suddenly, an idea hit her and she picked up the phone. They had only been together a couple of weeks at the most but she knew he would do anything for her.
Annie wanted to wow her friends, and what better way to wow her friends than with the help of Jericho, owner of The Door clubs that permeated Seattle and ranked in thousands of dollars the four nights they were open.
He answered just after the first ring.
“Hey, baby.”
Annie’s heart warmed at the term of endearment, which was odd, because she had never cared about term of endearments before. But the way he said it, and knowing that it came from him, made her feel tingly and special. She felt light, like she could walk on air, and she realized that everything was going to be okay.
“Hey,” she replied.
“What can I do for you?” he asked. “Everything okay? I know you’re at wo
rk right now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Annie said, wincing. “Am I bothering you? I know how busy you are. This can wait until tonight.”
“You are never a bother,” he promised her. “Get that out of your head right now. Call me whenever you want. I’ll always answer.” He paused. “But you didn’t answer my question. What can I help you with?”
Annie felt herself shrug even though Jericho couldn’t see her. “It’s nothing important,” she told him. “One of my close friends from college made partner at her law firm and I wanted to take them out to celebrate. The problem is, I’ve never been that much of a club hopper so they don’t take me seriously planning stuff like this.”
“Don’t say anything else,” Jericho said. “I’ll take care of everything. You said you planned everything for tomorrow night?”
“Yes,” Annie replied.
“Bring them to The Red Door at eight,” he replied. “I’ll set up a limo so you can pick everyone up in style. Don’t worry about anything. You and your friends will have the time of your life.”
As Annie hung up the phone, she couldn’t stop smiling. She might not have enjoyed going to clubs, but she was already looking forward to tomorrow night.
Chapter 8
Annie wasn't the type to dress in short, tight dresses. She didn't particularly care about attracting men who wanted to fuck her in the bathroom without a condom on and preferred sophisticated, successful men who knew what he wanted out of life and had no problem reaching out and taking it for himself. A man like that typically knew how to take care of a woman in every area of life, not just financially. She had been to her share of nightclubs before; a couple of her friends had gotten married early in life and the bachelorette party consisted of dancing until three o'clock in the morning. She actually likes dancing; it was a good way to express herself without actually connecting.
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