I gave Maegan a few minutes to create a diversion by pulling the woman into a conversation before I slipped out of her office and walked to her bathroom. The space was small, clean, and completely feminine. It smelled of whatever deliciousness she put on her soft skin. My dick was so fucking hard it hurt when I released it from the confines of my jeans and underwear. Jerking off in Maegan’s bathroom wasn’t how I wanted to come, but it would do until I got her alone later that night.
I took my swollen flesh in my hands and pumped it while thinking of Maegan’s lips and the way I wanted to fuck her mouth. I fantasized about pulling out right before I came and painting her fair skin with a different kind of pearl necklace. It didn’t take many strokes before I shot my load in the wad of tissues I yanked from the container on the vanity. Once the room stopped spinning, I washed my hands and tucked my dick away.
Maegan was still with the elderly customer when I walked back into the store. She caught my eye as I walked past. Maegan blushed prettily and I knew she was thinking about what I’d just done in her bathroom. There was no shame in my game, so I winked playfully before I walked out of her store and into the harsh winter afternoon. Not even freezing temperatures could douse the heat simmering inside me.
Tonight, Freckles.
MY CHEEKS HEATED WITH EMBARRASSMENT every time I thought about the way I shamelessly rode Elijah’s erection in my office, which meant my face stayed red all fucking day long. I couldn’t believe I’d been so bold, or came so fast, or so hard. Pleasure had ripped through me so intense that my lungs froze and robbed me of the ability to even groan. Remembering his dirty talk and knowing he jerked off in my bathroom kept me aroused all damn day long also. My nipples felt chaffed from rubbing against their lace prison, and I thought the only thing that would make them feel better was Elijah’s lips and tongue.
What had I been thinking? My store could’ve been impacted negatively had anyone caught us. My businesses were everything to me, and I couldn’t afford to act so stupidly again.
“Want to grab a bite to eat with me?” Milo asked as I locked the door to my shop and stepped into the alley behind our businesses. Books and Brew would be open for a few more hours, but the night crew had it under control.
“Um, I can’t tonight,” I replied. “How about tomorrow night?”
“What are you doing tonight? Or shall I ask whom?”
“Milo.” I said his name in the same exasperated tone our mother had used on us since we were born.
“Fine,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. Then he hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug. “Just be careful.”
“I will.”
I let Lulu out to do her thing as soon as I got home then looked through my refrigerator to see what I could whip together for dinner. My options were on the thin side since I was a few days away from my next grocery trip. I glanced at the clock and thought I had enough time for a quick trip to the store to grab something a little more appealing than breakfast for dinner. A knock sounded on my back door, and I saw Elijah standing on the porch.
Oh my God! He was an hour early! I had planned on taking a shower and shaving my legs, even though I’d done it just two days prior, reapply my makeup, and put on something a little sexier than what I wore to work that day. Although he seemed to like it just fine.
I stood staring at him through the window, unable to walk toward him or run, until he held up a pizza box and a six-pack of bottled beer—the good stuff. His wicked smile said he was ten steps ahead of me. I returned his smile when I opened the door.
“You’re a little early,” I said, leaning against the doorjamb. I didn’t want to appear too eager to ride his cock again. I figured the guy should work for it a little.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Invite me in, Freckles.”
His gravelly voice weakened my knees, but I managed to step back so he could enter. Once again, I found myself pushed up against a door as soon as Elijah put the pizza box and beer on the counter.
“I bet you had plans to shower, didn’t you?” I thought his question was a little strange until he spoke again. “I didn’t want you to wash the scent of your orgasm off your cunt. I wanted to taste it.”
“I was hoping you could give me another one,” I said, confidently pushing my hips against his like I tried seducing men every single day.
“That’s a promise, Freckles, but I still want to taste the first one.”
It felt like slow motion as he lowered himself to his knees. Power surged through me, kicking my lust into overdrive at seeing such a strong, powerful man at my feet. Elijah only broke eye contact when he removed my black leather, high-heeled Mary Janes. Then his hot gaze journeyed slowly from my stocking-clad feet up to meet my eyes, lingering on the juncture between my thighs and my breasts, of course.
His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and I squeezed my thighs together, hoping that my wet pussy lips lived up to the expectation I saw in his eyes. Elijah placed his hands at the back of my knees and slowly inched them up until they reached the hem of my skirt. He bunched the material in his large hands and kept moving upwards until my skirt was wrapped around my waist.
Elijah broke eye contact again when he pressed his nose against my pubis and inhaled deeply into his nose. He closed his eyes and growled in the back of his throat, making my pussy even wetter. When Elijah reopened his eyelids, his dark brown eyes were nearly black with lust. My lips parted and a shaky breath staggered out when he reached for the waistband of my tights. Like with lifting my skirt, Elijah took his time pulling them down over my hips and revealing the delicate pink lace of my thong. He stopped once my tights were midthigh and pressed his nose against the lace.
“Fuck me,” he whispered reverently. I felt his hot breath against my sensitive pussy lips.
“I plan on it,” I answered boldly.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Freckles.”
“It will be a glorious death though,” I promised. Where had that come from? When did I start guaranteeing a good time like a promise written on a bathroom stall?
Elijah finished pulling my tights off and tossed them over his shoulder. “You’re a walking contradiction,” he said as he traced the lines of the flower petals tattooed on upper thigh with his finger. “Beneath that demure, elegant outfit lives a woman who is bold and raw in her desires.” Elijah slowly rose to his feet, his body brushing against mine. “Take me to your room, Freckles.”
I didn’t bother pushing my skirt back down; I rather liked the idea of him checking out my ass when I walked up the steps in front of him. I was damn proud of my ass. I took him by the hand and led him up the steps, but we didn’t make it to the top before he released my hand and grabbed my hips, halting my progress.
Elijah dropped to his knees on two steps beneath mine. “Bend over, brace your hands on the stairs, and spread your legs.”
I did what he asked and felt the coolness of the air on my pussy when Elijah pulled the thin strip of lace to the side exposing the most intimate part of me. Goose bumps pebbled across my skin when I felt the heat of his breath on my bare lips. My body was both hot and cold at the same time as I waited for him to make his next move. When it came, I should’ve been mortified, but I had never in my life been so damn turned on.
Elijah licked a path from the top of my ass to my clit then practically buried his nose between my ass cheeks so he could work my pussy with his tongue. He started out with teasing little licks along the folds of my lips, then my clit, before he speared my cunt with his tongue.
“Elijah,” I whispered hoarsely. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good. My stomach clenched tight with a pending orgasm. Instead of shrinking away in horror over my wanton behavior, I pushed back against his seeking tongue.
For the first time in my life, I embraced the rawness and boldness that seemed to drive him wild. I wanted to come with Elijah’s tongue in my pussy, and I was going to get it. He reached between my thighs and began rubbi
ng little circles against my swollen, nerve-laden clit. I didn’t whimper and plead, I growled and demanded, “More.”
Elijah gripped my panties in his hands and ripped them as easily as tearing a blade of grass in two. My body tightened all over as he worked me closer and closer to my orgasm with his deft tongue and finger. The position pulled my hamstrings tight, but I knew my legs were shaking from pleasure, not pain.
He pulled back suddenly, stood up, and then playfully swatted my ass. “Up the stairs,” he gruffly said.
I stood up too fast and was a bit dizzy. I didn’t want to continue up the stairs; I wanted to come.
“I’m going to strip you bare, lay you down, then bury my head between your thighs until you come. I thought you might appreciate a more comfortable location.”
That was enough to get me going again. When we reached my room, I turned to face him. I put my hand on his chest to halt his progress. He unleashed a side of me I never knew existed, and I was giving the horny bitch free reign. I slid my hands between my legs and teased my clit before I delved my fingers between my lips, coating my fingers with my wetness.
The wildness I saw in his eyes spurred me on, and I continued to toy with myself in front of him. I used just enough pressure to tease and arouse, but not enough to make myself come. I saw in his eyes when he reached the breaking point. Elijah opened his mouth to protest his treatment, but I silenced him by pressing one of my wet fingers against his lips.
Elijah growled and grabbed my wrist before I could pull it back. He sucked the two digits I’d used to finger myself into his mouth. His eyes never left mine as he cleaned my fingers thoroughly.
“My turn.”
He whipped my skirt down my legs and I stood there bare from the waist down. It felt dirty, raw, and so fucking thrilling that my heart thundered hard in my chest, drowning out any sort of protest the practical side of me might’ve voiced. He was a complete stranger after all—one that made me burn with the desire to fuck like I’ve never known. My eyes dared him to do his worst.
Elijah slowly pulled my sweater set over my head like he was savoring every inch of my skin that he revealed. Then I stood before him wearing a lacy bra that hid nothing from his eyes, a pearl necklace, and a wanton smile. He placed his hands on my hips and left them there while he feasted his eyes on my cleavage. I started to reach for the clasp between my breasts, but his words stopped me.
“Leave it.” Elijah’s voice was rough and his features were as hard as stone from arousal. His cock strained beneath his jeans, and I couldn’t wait to feel him pounding inside me.
Elijah walked me backwards and laid me on the bed but he still didn’t move to uncover the breasts he couldn’t stop staring at. He cupped my knees and spread my legs wide, but didn’t go down on me. Instead, he situated his fully clothed body between them, lowered his head, and teased a taut nipple through the lace with his tongue. Feeling his hot breath against my sensitive nipples had me bucking beneath him. I wanted to feel that mouth even lower. I cried out when he sucked the lace-covered nipple hard into his mouth.
I dug my nails into his skin, but his flannel shirt acted as a buffer. Elijah grunted his pleasure then turned his attention to my other breast. I dug my heels into the bed and pushed my pelvis against his stomach. The friction was enough to make my eyes roll back into my head. It wouldn’t take much to set me off after the tongue-lashing he gave me on the staircase.
“Don’t you dare come without my tongue in your pussy,” he said darkly as he pushed my breasts together. Elijah lowered his head and licked the swells that rose above the lace cups before he nestled his nose in the valley between them. Without warning, he gripped the fabric and tore it too. I gasped at the sting of the lace scraping against my skin, but it was all forgotten when nothing stood between his mouth and my bare flesh.
Elijah ravaged my breasts in the best possible way. My nipples were licked, sucked, nibbled, and even scraped with his scruffy chin until Elijah had his fill. Then he released them and locked his eyes on mine as he scooted down my body.
“Ready to come?”
“Gee, I’m not… Fuck!” I yelled when Elijah sucked my swollen clit into his mouth at the same time he slid a finger inside my soaking cunt. It was like he had the GPS coordinates to my G-spot because he nailed it on the first try. A second finger joined the first and he worked me in and out, driving me out of my mind. “Oh… Oh… Fuck!” Elijah pulled his fingers out of me and pressed that hand against my stomach to hold me still while he speared my opening with his tongue. His nose bumped against my clit, sending me spiraling over the edge. Every muscle in my body pulled tight as I arched my back off the bed. My orgasm flowed through my body like a heat wave, starting below my belly button then spreading up and down my body. I didn’t even try to stave off my response to him. I bucked my hips against his face as my pussy spasmed around his tongue.
Elijah sucked and laved between my legs like it was the best thing he’d ever had until the last spasm faded. My body’s descent from pleasure was like a feather drifting on a breeze, slow and airy. Then I looked into the hungriest dark eyes I’d ever seen and knew we were just getting started.
He rose to his knees and yanked his flannel shirt off his strong shoulders and down his long arms. I jackknifed to a sitting position and grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt and tugged upward. Elijah reached behind him and grabbed the neck of the shirt and whipped it over his head, leaving me eye level with that sexy chest and stomach I’d thought so much about since I first laid my eyes on it.
I leaned forward and teased his navel with my tongue while I boldly cupped him through his jeans. I looked up into his eyes while I worked his button loose, pulled his zipper down, and licked the skin just above the waistband of his underwear. He tasted bold and spicy; I couldn’t wait to sample the rest of him. I gave Elijah a dose of his own medicine when I placed my nose against his underwear and breathed him in. Lord, his arousal triggered mine to fire back up again. I sucked the head of his dick through the cotton and tasted his salty essence on my tongue. The groans I pulled from him told me how much he liked it, so I continued to tease him, noting the circle of wetness on his underwear was spreading and getting bigger the more excited he became.
Elijah put his hand on my neck and slid it up into my hair, clinching my curls in a fist, but not hard enough to hurt me. I knew what he wanted; and I was going to give it to him.
GODDAMN! MAEGAN MIRACLE EXERTING HER power over me and making me squirm was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The look in her eyes spoke volumes; she had me right where she wanted me and she planned to enjoy every second of my torture.
She took her time working my pants to midthigh before reaching for the waistband of my underwear. Maegan unwrapped me like a highly-anticipated present, slowly revealing the head of my dick then the long, thick shaft, which sprung forward proudly to greet her when she freed it from its prison. Maegan tucked my underwear beneath my sac and stared at me with wide eyes.
“Oh my.”
Look, I don’t mean to sound like an arrogant prick, but a man knows when he’s hung. I was huge everywhere so it only made sense that my dick was proportionate to my body. I worked several hours a week to maintain a hard physique, and I didn’t have to be narcissistic to know that I looked good. I didn’t need to be a psychic either to know that Maegan’s reaction was delight and not fear.
“I need you to touch me now, Freckles.”
Maegan tore her gaze away from my cock and looked into my eyes. Her wicked smile said that she heard the hint of desperation in my voice. Instead of reaching for my cock that bobbed between our bodies, she cupped my heavy sac in her hand and firmly massaged my balls. Maegan broke eye contact and pressed her mouth to my sternum then kissed a path along the swell of my pectoral muscle as she massaged and tugged on my boys. My fists flexed in her hair as I fought the urge to take control, but I held back. I couldn’t say why, but I almost felt like I was being tested, and failure wasn’t an option here. In
stead of pushing Maegan’s head down toward my dick, or pulling her up toward my nipples, I let her start back in the center of my chest and repeat the same exploration on the other side while I breathed heavily through my nose like a horse who’d been rode hard.
Damn, I wanted to be rode hard and put away wet—so fucking wet. Be patient. Don’t rush her.
“You’re beautiful,” Maegan whispered reverently against my skin in between her tiny kisses that created huge sparks. “Flawless.”
I’d received my fair share of compliments from the ladies, but no one had ever called me beautiful. Maegan’s praise meant more to me than any I’d ever received; it made me want to beat my chest. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second without her tongue on my heated flesh, she eased her tongue out between her lush lips, curled it upward, and teased my hard nipple. Around and around, she swirled her tongue around the pebbled flesh, moaning like my flesh was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
“You’re killing me, darlin’.”
“I haven’t even started yet, darlin’.”
I had a feeling I was going to love her brand of torture, but my hands were no longer willing to remain idle. I slid them down her sleek back and cupped her luscious ass in both hands and squeezed. It was hard to say what my favorite part of Maegan was—her tight ass, delectable pussy, or her bountiful tits. I was going to need many rounds of energetic sex before I could choose, and even then, it might prove to be too difficult of a task.
I teased the crack of her ass with my middle finger, pressing playfully against her furled hole with each pass. Maegan didn’t shy away from my boldness, she embraced it and stepped up her game too by reaching behind my balls to tease my taint. If she kept it up, I would splatter her tits with cum long before I wanted to.
As much as I loved the feel of her pink tongue rasping over my nipples, I was ready for her to wrap those lips around my cock. I scooted out of her grasp, stood up, and shucked my jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began slow, steady strokes that threatened my sanity. I swiped my finger over my leaking slit, gathering my slick pre-cum then smeared it on her full bottom lip.
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