“You’ve always used a condom before?” she asked quietly.
He nodded. “How ’bout you?”
“Always.” She hesitated. “Why would you even suggest -?” she began to ask, avoiding his eyes.
He put his finger under her chin and lifted it so she was looking at him. “I don’t really know exactly. All I know is that I’m dyin’ to feel you. With nothing separating us.”
She didn’t trust that she could speak, so instead she answered his question from earlier by shaking her head in the negative.
He let out a low garbled moan and his eyes became even more heated, looking like he was barely keeping it together. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. They were both on the brink.
“Just so we’re clear. No condom?”
“No condom,” she whispered and looked at him.
“What changed your mind?”
She knew to what he was referring. He wanted to know why she’d all of the sudden decided to have sex with him. She wasn’t ready to tell him that. That she wanted to live past the pain and fear. Instead, she shrugged and evaded his eyes.
“It’s just sex,” she mumbled.
He stroked her cheek then his hand fell to his side. “I’ll get it out of you one of these days.”
There was a long pause where all that was heard in the room was their deep breathing. Finally, Mike broke the silence.
“Anything else you want to talk about, GC?” he whispered. He clenched his fists opened and closed at his sides.
She felt as if she was going to start hyperventilating at any second. The butterflies had already set flight in her stomach. She wanted him, pure and simple.
“This doesn’t change anything between us.”
He took a moment then spoke in a low voice. “You mean you’re still gonna be a strong minded pain in the ass who disagrees with everything I say, and mop the floor with me every chance you get?”
This was the moment of truth for her. Her ex hadn’t liked this side of her but she had come to realize that if a man was going to want her, he was going to have to want the whole package.
“Yes,” she whispered, sealing her doom. She looked at him defiantly, waiting for him to argue.
“Thank God,” he breathed.
His arms snaked around her and lifted her quickly off the ground forcing her to wrap her legs around his torso. She plowed her fingers into his hair then they stared at each other for one last moment. Without waiting another second his mouth swooped in to claim hers.
She held his head still while she attacked his mouth, already feeling her control completely shattered. His last comment had done it. She wanted to taste all of him. Their moans and gasps sounded in the small apartment as he carried her down the hallway, stopping momentarily to catch his balance against the wall as their movements became more frenzied.
She was trying to take off her jean jacket while he sucked on her neck.
“Your neck. I love your neck,” he muttered.
“Take off your shirt,” she said, tearing at his buttons. “Hurry.”
He let out a low laugh. He leaned back to help her and kept her nailed to the wall easily with his pelvis. She only weighed 110 lbs, but was pure muscle. She gripped his torso with her thighs, grinding into him in small circles.
“Yeah,” he moaned as he went for her mouth again. “Just like that. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Their hands grappled as he tore off her tank top and she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders.
He looked at her breasts still encased in her lacey white bra and his breathing hitched. She was having the same reaction from looking at his chest. His body was so warm which was welcome given he had the a/c on in his apartment.
Still mesmerized by her bra, he reached up his right hand and cupped her left breast, rubbing his thumb over her hardened nipple.
Sparks were shooting from her body. She was sure of it. She let out a half gasp, half moan.
“These gorgeous things were part of the reason I lost that rematch,” he murmured. “I kept looking at your nipples. God, you’re so fucking hot.” He looked her in the eye still stroking her nipple, her hands still gripped in his hair. “You’re gonna burn me up, aren’t you, Em?” He nipped at her bottom lip and she nipped back. “Yeah,” he whispered.
She continued kissing his mouth as he stumbled them into the bedroom. He was reaching one hand back to untie her shoes and a couple of seconds later she heard them drop to the floor. He tossed her on the bed and began working on her pants getting them undone quickly and peeling them down her legs.
She propped herself up on her elbows and zeroed in on his own pants, scooting to the edge of the bed bringing him between her legs. She began undoing his buckle. He put his hands in her hair and tilted her head back, smiling down at her with the sexiest smile. She bit her lip then went back to her task but got distracted by the six pack directly in front of her.
She licked her lips and leaned forward, taking the third muscle in the ‘six’ between her teeth. Sucking lightly she pulled the skin into her mouth and bit down softly.
“Shit,” he hissed. His fingers tightened in her hair but she didn’t let go. She just kept nibbling and sucking the stomach muscle, then madly tore open the snap on his jeans trying to lower them over his hips.
His erection was proudly reaching out to her begging for her to touch it.
She obliged by pulling down his boxer briefs and freeing it from its cotton dwelling. Finally releasing the stomach muscle from her mouth she leaned back slightly to look at him and couldn’t help but lick her lips.
He looked delicious. Long, thick, hard. And so ready.
She glanced up at him and made eye contact. He was staring down at her, a flush resting on his cheekbones, his eyes nearly setting her on fire. While looking him in the eye, she leaned forward and reached out the tip of her tongue to stroke it lightly on the head of his penis.
He let out a loud slow exhalation, his chest rising and falling, matching her own excited breaths, and moved one of his hands from her hair to cup her cheek and stroke the side of her mouth. She reached out and licked the tip again, putting her hands on his butt cheeks and squeezing lightly. He closed his eyes and she could feel a shudder pass through his body. She put her mouth on him again, this time drawing his tip in with her lips and sucking on it, letting her teeth scrape along the sensitive skin.
“Shit, Em, stop,” he groaned and pulled away from her. “I’m too close and I wanna be inside you when this happens for the first time.”
“Then hurry up, Detective,” she said in sexy whisper. “I’m close too and I’m tired of waiting.” She continued looking up at him while licking her lips.
He chuckled, “Again with the demands.” He put his hand between her breasts and pushed her down on the bed, then stroked his hands down to her matching lace thong where she felt a tug as he tore them off.
She gasped loudly and swore to herself she’d never been this turned on.
He looked down at her waxed skin and the wetness that glistened there. With a moan of excitement, he ran his finger over her mound and then down to her clit.
She wanted him to the point of pain and grabbed his face, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. “Hurry,” she said in between devouring his mouth.
“I wanna see you,” he whispered, pulling away.
She groaned as he unsnapped the front clasp of her bra, releasing her so he could see her naked breasts for the first time.
He didn’t wait, just bent down and put a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Her keening garbled noises were reaching a fevered pitch as she reached down to take him in her hand. He moved her hand away, teasing her. Then he grabbed her hands and held them down at her sides while kissing his way down her body. When he got to her hip bone, he nibbled lightly at her tattoo there.
“I like this. Where have I seen this before?” he murmured in between nibbles.
She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to fu
ck. So badly.
“Hebrew symbol for Krav Maga. Come on.”
She could feel his smile as he went lower, hovering his lips over her smooth skin so recently waxed.
“You’re so soft and smooth. Are you ready for me, Em?” he whispered against her skin, rubbing his lips over her mound and inhaling her scent.
Having never been this bold in the bedroom, she decided in that moment she wanted this to happen the way she’d always dreamed it. She had never been this demanding or honest during sex. In fact, the best sex she’d ever had had been with herself. And how sad was that? With her ex, she’d never been brought to orgasm. She faked it. A lot. She knew she wouldn’t need to with Mike and knowing that made her want this more than her next breath. If she was going to do this with him, she was going to tell him what she wanted, and demand if necessary.
“You’re a detective. Why don’t you do some detecting?” She shimmied her hips under him, opening her legs wide around his shoulders.
She was splayed out for him in all of her glory wondering what he was thinking. She didn’t have long to wonder as he let go of her hands and placed his under her ass, lifting her to his mouth. She watched him from above allowing her hands to sift into his hair as he met her eyes and blew lightly on her wet and throbbing core.
She pushed herself toward his mouth, and he smiled wickedly at her. “Dirty Gorgeous Counselor. Maybe I should be calling you DGC.”
He gave her an open mouthed kiss, covering her from her opening to her clit then sucked. “Mmm. My detective skills tell me you’re definitely ready.”
With her legs over his shoulders he let his hands coast up her stomach and rest on her breasts, slowly teasing her nipples with his fingers. He continued watching her as he sucked, making pleasurable noises, fully enjoying what he was doing.
But not nearly as much as she was enjoying it because that put her 0ver the edge. Within seconds she felt the familiar tingle at the base of her spine which turned into a raging heat that carried up through her body as she exploded and came in his mouth. She let out a loud groan as her thighs involuntarily squeezed around his head, her muscles going rigid.
He was pinching her nipples which forced her to buck her hips up even more, pushing herself onto his sucking tongue. She mewled out garbled incoherent sexual noises while he took her through to the end. Growling, she gripped his hair tighter and pulled him up her body using her legs to flip him on to his back so she was now straddling him on top.
“How do you even do that?” he muttered disbelievingly in an offhanded way. Then he refocused and plowed his hands into her hair, devouring her mouth. She could taste herself on him and devoured him as well, latching onto him and pulling on his hair. He sat up as she began rubbing her wetness all over his cock, his hands now moving to her ass to position her. Then just as she was pushing down onto him, he slammed up into her, holding her down to take all of him inside her.
They both let out a yell, their movements now changing from aggressive to frenzied.
“Ride me,” he groaned. “All the way, Em.” He didn’t wait for her response, just continued to pound into her with hard measured thrusts while she anchored her arms around his head and moved on his lap.
She had never felt more alive. She didn’t ever want it to end.
He apparently agreed, interrupting her thoughts with a moaned, “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Fuuuuccck.”
His head fell back and she sucked at his neck. He felt amazing inside her. Smooth and long, so deep. She had never known it could be like this. She yelled each time he entered her, both of their voices mingling as they got higher and higher.
He looked into her eyes, allowing one hand to cup her head while he continued his movements. Then he smiled, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Finish me off, Em,” he taunted. “Come on. Fuck me harder, baby.”
She let out a sound of determination through gritted teeth then went at his mouth, biting his lower lip and sucking it into her mouth.
He let out what sounded like a cross between a chuckle and a groan while she ground into him circling her hips, rubbing her clit into him. Her nipples were overstimulated from pushing against his chest, the sweat from their slick bodies causing a delicious slide of skin. Within seconds she was coming again, all around him, pulling at him, sucking him deeper inside.
Her scream and convulsing muscles pushed him over the edge as he held her ass and fucked her so hard she thought she would break. He came inside her and roared, yelling with such triumph and success she almost laughed.
Instead she dropped her head on his shoulder and held on. When he stopped moving and had his arms wrapped tightly around her, she turned her head and captured his earlobe between her lips, nipping at it.
“We should do that again sometime,” she said when she was able to catch her breath. Like maybe now, please.
He barked out a laugh. “I knew you’d burn me up, Counselor. If you stay right where you are, I’ll be ready for round two in about 30 seconds.”
She bit down on his earlobe and felt him growing inside her.
“Make that five seconds.” He rolled them so they both lay on the bed, her on her back, him still inside her and nestled between her legs. She skated her foot down his ass and felt his jeans at his knees.
“You still have your pants on.”
“Someone told me to hurry,” he said kissing her.
She was no longer paying attention. Just letting her eyes drift closed, humming in pleasure as he stayed inside her and reached back to kick off his jeans.
“Do you have girls over often?” The question had just popped out of her mouth. She was glad her eyes were closed.
“Nope.”
The way he said it made her chuckle and open her eyes. “Bad experience, Detective?”
He smiled. “My first apartment in the City, the first girl to ever come over for sex turned into a needy crazy bitch. Live and learn, they say. And I definitely did.”
“You’re pretty confident I’m not gonna turn into a needy crazy bitch? I’m flattered,” she said dryly, trying not to let the fact tickle her that he’d ended his how-ever-many-years-long abstinence of bringing women to his place. With her.
“Oh, I’m confident. I’ve gone into this with my eyes wide open. You’re definitely not needy. And I already knew you were a crazy bitch,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
He moved his head back and ducked as if she was about to hit him. She laughed instead. “Jackass,” she murmured with a smile, stretching her arm muscles by lifting her hands above her head and moving her hips so he sank deeper inside her. She could feel him growing harder and she sighed with pleasure.
“Mmm, you should laugh more. It sounds good on you,” he said sweetly, his eyes still twinkling. “Besides, I had to bring you here. I didn’t know if you had an iron bed frame, and I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
She didn’t understand what he meant until she felt his hand on her wrist and heard the snick of the handcuff. With him inside her, she couldn’t dislodge him as easily as she normally would have been able to and he had taken her so off guard that her defenses were down.
By the time she’d reacted, he had both of her stretched arms in cuffs at the wrists, with the short chain between them wrapped around the iron headboard above her. She looked up at her wrists and thought about the scenario before her. Then she glared at him, feeling both arousal and concern at the same time.
He is so dead.
Chapter 8
She was so stunned, she was momentarily speechless. Then she growled in warning, “Detective.”
“Counselor,” he mimicked back, without a care in the world that she was going to kill him when she got out of the things. “I love that growl. Now. First of all,” he continued, beginning to move his hips into hers, “I’m doing this for your own good. Actually our own good. Mmm,” he said distractedly. “The inside of your pussy is so hot,” he murmured. “I thought you said you were always cold.” He took a nip at
her chin. “You feel better than I thought were going to, and I already thought you were gonna feel pretty fuckin’ fantastic. No condom was definitely the right decision,” he whispered and moved his hips. “Definitely.” He continued kissing her jaw then moved to her neck. “You’re gonna hurt me after this, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea, Detective.” She was still thinking of his comment and trying not to moan in pleasure, but angling her neck so he had better access. Apparently the glass of cold water analogy first spoken by her ex didn’t apply to the detective. She was secretly and momentarily thrilled, especially since she had been wondering.
“Oh, I have an idea. I have many ideas when it comes to you,” he murmured again with his trademark pleasurable sounds while he continued pumping his hips in a slow grind. “I was afraid you would bolt and I wasn’t ready to give you up yet. It’s the only way to make you stay.” His hands found their way to the sides of her breasts and he stroked her there. “You have great tits.” He leaned down and tweaked a nipple with his teeth.
She let out an involuntary groan then sighed, “You could’ve asked me to stay like a normal human being.”
“Hmm. That would never have worked. You’re too proud and even if you had wanted to stay, you would’ve said no on principle just to keep me in my place. I know how your mind works.” He used his thumbs to flick at her nipples while he kissed between her breasts. “Your heart is beating so fast.” He let his lips rest there as if kissing her heart.
He was right. She would have absolutely said no to staying. For the exact reasons he stated. There was no way she would let this man have the upper hand. Although considering she was the one in cuffs at the moment, she hadn’t done a very good job of maintaining control of the situation. She could’ve begun kicking her legs, knowing she could physically hurt him. But rather, she felt it was time to begin forming a plan. First though, maybe she would just let him have his dirty way with her.
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