Devil's Deal

by Michele Arris

  Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, allowing the garment to fall in a pool at her feet. She wore her strapless, pale pink lace bra and matching lace panties. His gaze roamed over her, as if cataloging every curve and angle. “God, Bailey, you’re so beautiful.” He lifted one leg and then the other to remove her dress and shoes.

  “I can’t.”

  His head came up to see her staring at his unmade bed. He glanced back at the rumpled sheets when she shook her head. “What is it?”

  “Have you and Sandra slept here?” She inclined her head at the bed. “There?”

  “Sandra has never been here. Understand, Bailey, there hasn’t been anything between Sandra and me for quite some time.” She nodded, and he reached up to her hair to remove the pin that held her twisted bun in place. “I love your curls.” She assisted by pulling out a couple more pins, allowing her thick mane to tumble down to the middle of her back.

  He sank his fingers in her hair and brought a thick mass to his nostrils, then kissed the center between her breasts as he released the front closure on her bra and dropped it on top of her dress at his feet. His hands slid up the backs of her legs, along her hips, over her buttocks, as though making mental marks of her curves, following the arch of her spine, on up the sides of her breasts, cupping and caressing.

  Looking into her eyes, he cradled her face in his palms and took her mouth. His tongue leisurely tasted and explored for long seconds before he drew back and brought his gaze back to hers while continuing his stroking of her body as he said, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

  Bailey touched her temple with her index finger. “Uh, you’ve wanted to talk me to death?” She laughed, followed by a shriek at his quick lift and flip of her onto the bed as if she weighed next to nothing.

  He brought his massive frame down on top of her, secured her wrists together above her head with one large hand, and stared down at her bare breasts.

  She’d never been a fan of her cup size and sensitive nipples. Now seeing Lucas moisten his lips as he stared at her breasts with the look of a hungry wolf had her nipples instantly pebbling hard.

  His index finger circled the areola, one and then the other. That hand then ran all over her body, indulging his desires, becoming familiar with her form.

  She liked that he was taken with her body, but what she needed right then was his mouth on her. “Suck one,” she told him, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. He didn’t waste time following her directive—his mouth clamped down on her left breast. “Yes!” A shuddering heat rushed through her at the feel of his lips, combined with the circling and flicking of his tongue and strong sucking.

  He moved to the other breast, giving it equal treatment in between pinching and lightly biting the nipple of the other to keep it nicely peaked.

  Needing to touch him, she got one hand free of his hold and found the hem of his shirt. Her hand slipped underneath and over the broad expanse of his back, feeling the heat radiate off his smooth skin.

  Popping her nipple free from his mouth, he sat back on his shins between her legs to remove his T-shirt, followed by the swift removal of his jeans and boxer briefs.

  Sweet heaven! The look of his sculptured physique made her breath catch in her throat. Mr. Olympia. If Sienna only knew how spot on she was.

  Her gaze followed the well-defined muscled outline of his thick pectorals and bulging biceps, on down his rippled abdomen that was so ripped, she could strum a tune across it. Two, four, six ... is there such a thing as eight-pack abs? Her gaze went farther south to his trunk-like thighs. Dear me! Eyes bucking, she stared at his long, thick, jutting erection. Precome glistened the slit of the bulbous, ruby head. It was by far larger than the other two she’d seen, and quite frankly, much more than she likely could handle.

  The pictures of the women she’d seen online seemed capable of taking him on. Her experience in the sex department was mediocre at best. How would she be able to satisfy a man like Lucas, keep him interested in her? Feeling insecure, it was necessary to confess her lack of experience.

  He swiftly removed her panties, and then his head dropped between her legs. Bailey attempted to sit up, but he lightly nudged her shoulder for her to lie back. “We need to talk,” she said.

  As he placed a light kiss upon the crest of her mound, his eyes came up. “Now? You didn’t want me to talk you to death, remember?” He brought his mouth back down to her folds and circled her clitoris with his tongue.

  Oh my, that feels good.

  “This ... this is important.” She pushed his head away from her sex and inched back a bit in order to focus. He got up and sat back on his shins between her spread legs, but his hands continued to stroke up and down her thighs as if needing to keep the contact.

  “It’s about this, what we’re about to do.” Staring at his ridiculously large penis jutting out toward her, instinctively, she licked her lips upon observing the droplet of precome that rolled down the thick vein, the wet, ruby head eagerly ready to invade her.

  “What is it?” He looked down at himself and then back at her.

  “It’s been a while for me.” He nodded and went back to massaging her folds with his index and middle finger on his way down, ready to dive in.

  “I mean a very long while for me,” she emphasized. He froze and really studied her then. “Like three years long, and there have been only two, sort of, if you count an awkward ten minutes. The second wasn’t much better,” she murmured and looked away embarrassed.

  He lightly took hold of her chin and turned her face back to him. “You and Kevin?”

  “I never slept with Kevin. We kissed and touched a little, but that’s all.” Bailey watched his astonished expression transform into something short of genuine glee before he uttered, “Oh baby.” Hastily, he brought her legs over his shoulders and dropped his mouth down on her. His entire demeanor changed, becoming near urgent in his quest.

  His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, spreading her wide to tunnel his tongue deep inside her sex. “Oh my, my, my!” She trailed the words out on a quiver and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out as he kept his eyes trained on hers while he ate away at her pussy.

  “I won’t stop until you come on my tongue this time.”

  Bailey was too far gone to protest even if she wanted to, which she didn’t.

  Spread wide, he inserted two thick fingers inside her and used his other hand to separate her labia, exposing her clitoris. Loud gasps and deep pants escaped her as his fingers stroked in and out of her constricting channel. His warm breath brushed over her sensitive clitoris before licking and sucking her swollen bud in time to his swift thrusting fingers.

  “Oh, Lucas, please! Yes!” she moaned, panted, and begged with each thrust and slow swirl of his tongue upon her.

  Snaking her fingers into his feathery locks, she clamped onto his scalp and held him steady to roll her sex upon his mouth, directing his tongue where she needed it most.

  She hitched a sharp breath and clenched her buttocks at the feel of him toying with the rosebud of her anus.

  “Open your legs, love.” He ran his wet fingers up and down the crease of her buttocks and massaged her puckering bud as his tongue speared her pussy, stroking deeper and faster. Then his mouth formed a seal over her clitoris and sucked vehemently, applying a consistent pressure. A hand came up and pinched her nipple. She moaned through her pleasurable pain, and her hips rocked faster and faster on his demanding mouth and fingers until her body tensed up, her back arched sharply, her thighs clamped around his head, and she screamed his name as her orgasm sent a shockwave of sensation from her pussy down to the very tips of her toes.

  “Hmm, you taste so sweet, Bailey,” he murmured, lapping up every ounce of her cream, slurping, and licking, running his tongue over and around, up and down from her clit to her vagina, careful not to miss a single spot of her quivering flesh.

  Finally releasing her,
he kissed his way up her limp, sweat covered body. His tongue circled her navel, laved along her stomach on upward to capture and suckle on a painfully erect nipple.

  His lips moved up her moist, hot skin, kissed and licked along the column of her neck to her chin, and finally claimed her gasping mouth, exploring the cavern within for long minutes, and then drew back and braced himself on his forearms above her. Not an inch of her was spared from his glorious tongue’s assault.

  “You’re delicious.” His head dipped to the swell of her right breast, and she felt a nip from his teeth, followed by warm licks and gentle kisses.

  A contented, lazy grin played across her mouth, visibly satiated. Bailey had never imagined oral sex could feel so good. Both her exes led her to believe the act meant a couple of quick licks and then done. They were more interested in getting to the main purpose of satisfying their own need. And even that was less than mediocre. But Lucas, as in his limo, didn’t just pleasure her, he feasted on her, his mouth incessant, unrelenting, the caresses of his tongue precise, thorough, the nips of his teeth and soothing licks determined, the rapture reaching a level of mind-numbing euphoria she hadn’t known existed.

  “I need to get a condom.”

  Her eyes fluttered when he abruptly left the bed. He retrieved a strip of Trojans from the nightstand and quickly rolled one onto his exceptional length. Then he got back in bed and settled between her thighs.

  Bracing himself on one forearm, he positioned his penis at her entrance and pushed in unhurriedly on a controlled thrust of his hips.

  She moaned and bit down on her bottom lip to grasp onto some form of purchase. “Wait. I need a minute,” she uttered behind shuttered lids, not sure how much more of him inside her she could take. It was too much for her. His member seemed to be thickening with each slow push forward.

  “You’re tensing up. Relax your inner muscles and take me inside you.” He kissed her mouth softly as he pushed in farther.

  Bailey inhaled slowly and exhaled just as slow as she concentrated on relaxing the muscles of her sex as he instructed. There was so much pressure that her inner walls strained to near bursting, trying to accommodate his girth.

  He put his hand between their bodies and gently stroked her clitoris, reestablishing the heat deep within her core, easing the stress of his invasion. With each thick inch into her, the walls of her channel grew hotter, wetter, and began to throb, the pleasure rebuilding. One final thrust seated him fully inside her.

  “Damn,” he hissed low, “the way you feel wrapped around me, so wet and incredibly tight. I want to fuck you, Bailey. Can you handle that, love? Can I have you the way I want?”

  Her heavy-lidded gaze came into focus and stared back at him. Bailey thought it was pretty clear that was what they were doing already. The large head of his shaft practically touched her womb.

  Given the hot, carnal look in his eyes, he was asking permission to no longer be gentle. She tried to sound ten times more confident than she felt. “I’m here in your bed, Lucas. I can handle it.” I hope. Apprehension had her swallowing hard when he brought her arms up over her head and had her hold on to the smooth wooden spindles of the headboard.

  “Don’t let go.”

  She nodded, yet her breath came out in quick, rapid pulls.

  Holding still within her, he whispered her name repeatedly like a soft ballad as he nipped her earlobe, kissed her mouth, forehead, cheeks, nose, neck, everywhere, easing her into this sensory sexual journey.

  Her inner muscles clamped down tight around him, and he began a measured rocking that quickly became aggressive surges, thrusting harder, faster, deeper with rotating hips.

  Staring up at his concentrated expression as he took her body vigorously, she held tight to the bed spindles and rocked in time with his ever-quickening stride.

  Bailey lifted her head from the pillow in need of his kiss. Oh how she enjoyed the taste of his kisses. Her tongue traced his lips before devouring his mouth.

  “Damn, even the way you kiss could make me come,” he grunted against her lips. “You’re mine, now, Bailey.” He bowed his back, and she arched hers to guide a breast into his mouth that he indulged for long minutes. Both hands splayed across her buttocks to hold her steady, forcing her body to take his brutal plunges.

  “Yes!” she wailed, amazed by the way her body reacted to his, how overstimulated her pussy felt with him inside her. She’d never experienced this level of sexual arousal before. With each downward thrust he made, her channel throbbed, and when he pulled out almost fully, her inner muscles clenched tight around him, wanting to hold him deep inside her.

  He took her mouth in a hungry kiss as his right hand slid from her buttocks to the back of her left knee and brought that leg up to rest on his right shoulder, grinding her balls deep.

  She released the headboard, grabbed hold of his firm buttocks, her nails embedding in his taut flesh, gripping, imprinting, squeezing, and pressed down to her upward pumps and rotating hips. The feeling of it was incredible as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm.

  Suddenly, he withdrew, swiftly turned her to her stomach, brought her up on her knees by a light tug of her hips, and entered her pussy fully in one smooth thrust.

  “Stay open for me,” he said and spread his knees between her legs, anchoring her pose as his strokes slowly built up momentum again. One hand grabbed hold of the top of the headboard for leverage. The other tangled in and lightly tugged on her hair.

  Gripping the sheet tight in her palms, Bailey pushed her buttocks back to meet his unyielding strokes, welcoming every indelible inch of him. It astonished her that she would take pleasure in the animalistic pose he subjected upon her. The only other two times she’d had sex were nothing like this, not even close.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned, freeing her inhibitions as they fucked one another with a primal, ferocious intensity.

  “I have no intention of stopping, princess.” He continued his severe thrusts as he brought her upright on her knees with her back against his chest, their skin hot and slick from their combined sweat. He pushed her curls aside and licked a glistening bead from her left shoulder up her throat, snaked his right arm around her waist to her left breast, caressed, pinched, and rolled her pebbled nipple. His other hand found her slippery wet clitoris and circled it fiercely in time to his tunneling cock burrowed deep in her core. “Lucas ... so good,” Bailey purred, enjoying every second of their joining.

  She reached back to his nape and angled her head in search of his mouth, capturing his tongue with her own. “Damn good.” He slowed his hips and eased out of her.

  “No, don’t stop.” She gripped his thigh, disappointed that he would rob her of her orgasm. She was so close.

  “I want to look into your eyes when you come with me inside you for the first time.”

  Bailey moved to her back, but was unsure what to make of his behavior. He was staring intently at her, his gaze never wavering as he slowly came down and eased back inside her. His thrusts now were slow, controlled, and she daresay ... loving. He never looked away.

  “How is it, princess?”

  “Wonderful. More than wonderful.”

  “We’re good together. Always remember that.”

  She nodded and closed her eyes briefly, struck hard by the emotional depth she felt from his words and could see in his unwavering gaze upon her.

  The tempo of his thrusts became determined, purposeful. As he continued to throw his hips against hers, he palmed her face and kissed her tenderly on the mouth—once, twice, and then a third before finally drawing back to reconnect their gazes.

  She cried out on a full-bodied shudder as her sex contracted in wondrous ripples, her orgasm overtaking her completely. Short seconds after, he shouted her name, and his body tensed up as he delivered two good hard thrusts before she felt his penis pulse repeatedly, deep inside her. With one last magnificent shudder, he collapsed and buried his face in the side of her neck, kissing her there as the rapid beat
of his heart battered against her breasts.

  Minutes ticked by with them working to level their breathing. Then he came up on his forearms and planted a light peck upon her right temple. “I knew it would be this way with you, princess.”

  “So that’s what a vaginal orgasm feels like.” Bailey grinned with exhausted delight.

  “You’re saying you were a virgin in that respect?” He brushed back the damp hairs out of her face and administered gentle kisses to her mouth and cheek.

  She hadn’t expected him to be so affectionate. “I’ve never experienced lovemaking like that before. It was spectacular.”

  “So, essentially, I’m your first, and you’re welcome,” he said with a cocky smirk, and she playfully punched his shoulder. “It’s you, princess, who was spectacular.” He wedged his arms underneath her back and held her close.

  Cuddling after was another thing she’d never experienced before. Both of her exes had departed immediately following the act.

  Bailey twirled her fingers in his damp hair at the nape of his neck, saying, “As I explained, my experience is very limited in that department.”

  “Don’t think I’m not thrilled to hear that. The not having slept with Kevin, in particular.” He winked and received a quick peck on the mouth.

  “As you said about Sandra, there’s nothing between Kevin and me. We’re just friends.”

  “Friends,” he muttered. “I’ll have to learn to become comfortable with that, I suppose.” He rose up. “I’d love to stay in bed with you the entire day, but I have a meeting and you said you do as well.”

  “I do.” Bailey could lie in his strong arms forever and immediately felt cold, empty when he slipped free of her body and left the bed, even though her flesh was scorching from their combined sweat and friction.

  She heard running water. He returned to the bed and reached for her.