by Tia Siren
She put down her water bottle. “I’m going to bed.”
She moved past me, her body so close to mine, her breasts brushed across my chest. It was more than I could handle. I wasn’t sure if she had done it on purpose as an invitation or if it was truly unintentional. I didn’t care. I had to have her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Avery
I heard his sharp intake of breath and realized what I had done. It hadn’t been intentional. I was trying to walk by him and accidentally brushed against him. I blamed it on the wine. I was unsteady on my feet, and measuring distance wasn’t easy to do when your brain was foggy.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
The word was useless. His sharp gaze dropped to my lips a split second before he grabbed both of my arms and held them at my sides as he pushed me against the wall. I stared at him, his eyes boring into mine with intense heat.
His mouth closed over mine. I opened my mouth wide, wanting him deep inside. His hips pressed against mine, the wall behind me strong and solid, just like the man in front of me. I could feel his erection straining against his pants. I moved my arms forward, trying to reach his belt, but his hands were still clamped on my arms, preventing movement.
I groaned in frustration and jerked my arms to the side, freeing them from his grasp and moving straight to his belt. His hands moved up to my breasts, roughly pulling and rubbing through my dress. The dress left no room for a bra. The fabric rubbed over my bare nipples, scratching and heightening my pleasure. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second. I didn’t need foreplay; I needed him.
“Jake, I need you now. Please,” I begged.
I managed to get the belt unfastened and unzipped his pants in record time, freeing his engorged cock. I circled it in my hands, loving the weight and girth of it. I rubbed up and down, squeezing him as I did. His mouth was moving over mine, his tongue plunging in and out. I slid out from under his weight and dropped to my knees, my mouth closing over the head of his dick.
He groaned as I licked down his shaft and then back up.
“Suck me,” he demanded.
My mouth closed over the top of his head. I tasted the first salty drop and ran my tongue across the glans.
His hands went to my head, closing over each ear. He pulled my head down, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I began to suck, gently at first and then with more force. His hands tightened against my head, and I pushed on, taking him deep into my throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I started to pull back, running my teeth across his dick as I slid up and then back down. I licked and lapped before sucking deep.
“Enough.” He growled and pulled me up by my armpits. “Not yet,” he said with a grunt.
His hands dropped to the hem of my short dress and yanked it upward to land around my waist. I used my own hand to guide his dick to my center, wishing like hell my panties would disappear. He palmed my pussy. I ground myself against the heel of his palm, rubbing my clit against it.
He moved his hand and stepped between my legs. His heavily muscled thigh parted my legs. It was too good to resist. I arched my back and rubbed my pussy against his thigh.
“I can feel your heat,” he whispered before closing his mouth over mine.
I rubbed again, harder and faster. It was too good to stop.
“Keep going. Make yourself come,” he whispered against my mouth.
“I need you.”
“No. I want to watch you.”
He stepped back, leaving me empty and aching. His eyes dropped between my legs, then back up to mine.
I reached between my legs, sliding my hand under my panties. I was shocked to feel how wet I was.
I gasped. “I’m wet, so wet.”
He nodded his head, his gaze moving to where my hand was partially hidden by my black panties. Feeling empowered, I spread my legs and used my fingers to part my pussy lips before sliding my finger over my clit. I moaned, leaning my head back against the wall. I rubbed harder and faster, feeling myself on the verge.
“Keep going, baby. Keep going,” he encouraged.
He stepped closer to me, and I waited for him to take over. His mouth closed over mine, and his hand slid under my panties. His hand closed over the top of mine, his finger delving between my lips, pushing a finger inside me. I inserted my finger into my pussy beside his.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. Come.”
I rolled my hips, swallowing both our fingers deeper inside. He used the pad of his thumb to rub over the nub of my pussy, pushing hard. My back arched with such force, I thought my spine would snap as I came hard and fast.
His fingers slid under the thin string that went around my hips, and a second later I felt a tug and heard a ripping sound. My panties dropped to the floor. I reached out and grabbed his dick, pulling hard. His mouth slammed against mine once again. I pulled his cock close, needing him to fill me. He lifted one of my legs, wrapped it around his waist, opening myself up for his invasion. I guided his cock to where I needed him most.
He thrust once and then again, harder, driving his dick inside me, spreading me wide. I felt my body stretching around him as he filled me. My head went back as his mouth dropped to my neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin. He drove into me, sliding me up the wall with each forceful thrust.
He growled and muttered something I couldn’t understand. The next thing I knew, his hands were under my ass and lifting me.
“Damn,” I moaned when I found myself fully impaled on his dick. My legs squeezed around his waist as my body began to tremble with a building orgasm. The hard wall against my back provided the right amount of support for me to press down on him, pushing him deeper inside.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.” He grunted, driving into me. “I’ve wanted to do this all night. This dress is hot. I want you to wear this every day.”
I heard myself moaning from some faraway place. All I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride as my body bounced up and down on his shaft.
“Jake.” I moaned out his name.
“Come, baby. Let me feel your juices soak my dick.”
I let myself go, enjoying the feeling of him pressed against me, my breasts rubbing against his face as he drove me higher and higher.
He dropped me to my feet and spun me around, pulling the zipper down on the back of my dress. I stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. Within seconds, his pants were heaped on the floor next to my dress, quickly followed by his shirt and boxers. I placed one palm on the wall for support. I knew what was coming, and I was anxious to have him inside me again. I wasn’t done. The first orgasm had barely taken the edge off. The second was just getting me primed. I knew Jake would give me more. The man was a fucking god in bed.
His hands reached around me, grabbing my breasts, slowly kneading them before he pinched my nipples. It was an intense mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure. My head dropped to my chest. I watched his fingers move over my breasts. I reached down and grabbed one of his hands, bringing his fingers to my mouth. I pulled one finger into my mouth and sucked.
“Fuck me,” he said, groaning and stepping close behind me. I felt his knuckles slide under my ass as he guided his dick toward my core. I spread my legs a little wider, giving him easier access to my pussy.
I lapped at his finger, sucking it deep into my mouth. He probed my pussy with the head of his cock, using his hand to slide it over my swollen clit several times. I groaned low in my throat before pulling another one of his fingers into my mouth.
His hand dropped away from my mouth and held my hip as he slowly pushed in. When he stopped halfway, I nearly cried in desperation.
“Please,” I begged, desperate to have him fill me.
He pulled out, passing over my clit with the head of his dick once again. The fingers I had been sucking returned to my nipple, which he pulled and pinched.
“Oh, Jake,” I screamed, feeling a monstrous orgasm building. I was almost afraid of what it would
do to my body. I was wound so tight.
I knew I was going to collapse into a puddle on the floor. He slid the tip of his cock over my clit and pulled my nipple. The warring sensations between the gentle rubbing in my pussy and the harsh, painful pinch on my nipple felt as if I were being pulled in two different directions. I burst into a hot spurting mess as my body released another wet orgasm. His dick slid inside.
“Damn, you’re so wet.” He groaned. “Squeeze my dick. There you go, ride it out. Milk me, babe. Fuck yeah.” He groaned as my pussy clamped around his dick, tightening and clenching with every spasm.
I pushed my butt back, swallowing every last bit of his dick deep inside me. It was too good. I felt as if I were bursting into a million pieces with every thrust inside me. My throat felt raw from the deep growls combined with screams and moans.
Jake’s breathing changed, and I knew he was close. I pushed back again, arching my back as I did. He moaned, his breaths coming in harsh, ragged pulses.
“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard,” I demanded.
“Babe, I fuck you any harder, I’m going to put you through that wall,” he said while grunting.
“Harder!” I shouted. “I can take it.”
He roared behind me and thrust into me, lifting my feet off the ground over and over.
“More!” I screamed, feeling as if I were climbing a mountain and was so close to the top. I needed a few more thrusts, a few more inches.
His fingertips dug into my flesh as he pummeled me. I felt him explode inside me followed by a loud, primal bellow as his dick touched my cervix.
I screamed again, letting myself fall over the edge of the cliff he had just pushed me up and over. I felt myself tumbling and realized I had sunk to the floor. The cold wood floor pressed against my overheated flesh. I lay there on my side, struggling to catch my breath. I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. I felt spent and hollowed out.
“Hot damn,” I muttered.
His hand came to rest on my waist. “No shit. Are you okay?” he asked with concern.
I burst into laughter. “I’m very okay. You outdid yourself that time. You’re amazing,” I told him, not the least bit embarrassed to shower him with compliments even knowing full well it would only increase his arrogance.
He chuckled. “I know. I think I amazed myself. I may never walk again.”
“Me either, or at least not normally. I feel like I’ve been on a bucking bronco.”
He scooted close to me, his chest pressed against my back. “I would love to carry you upstairs to bed, but I don’t think I can stand just yet.”
I nodded. “I need a minute. Let’s just lie here.”
His breath was hot against the back of my neck. I felt myself drifting off to sleep. I promised myself I wouldn’t fall asleep on the kitchen floor. Unfortunately, my body had other plans. I woke up stiff and sore, and it wasn’t just because of the hard bed we had found. I looked up at the clock on the microwave and was surprised to see we had been asleep for an hour.
“Jake,” I mumbled, rolling onto my back.
His eyes opened and then shut. “Did we fall asleep?” he asked.
“Yes. Come on, let’s go to bed,” I said, managing to get to a sitting position.
I reached down and helped him up. I looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and kept on walking. Walking naked across the hall, we headed upstairs together, collapsing into bed. He pulled me close against him, his naked body pressed against mine. With the soft mattress and warm blanket covering us, it wasn’t long before we both fell back to sleep.
Chapter Thirty
Jake
I was not in the mood for Janice’s shit today or any day. When I answered the door, I was not expecting to find Janice standing there with that fucking yellow pad. I wanted to burn the damn thing.
“What can I do for you, Janice?”
I was only happy I had gotten dressed today. I had skipped the tie, but I did have on a long-sleeve button-up with slacks. I had a video call in an hour and had to look like the businessman I was.
“I’m here for an unannounced visit.”
“Avery’s at work, as I’m sure you know.”
She nodded. “Yes. I figured as much. I’m here to visit with you.”
“I’m working, Janice. I do still have a job.”
“That’s fine. I’d like to observe the way you work. You did say you would be working from home, right? I think it will tell me a lot more.”
I heaved a sigh. I couldn’t win this. If I told her no, she would mark me down as noncompliant. My attorney had told me I needed to comply with their demands. Although the state favored kinship adoptions, there was still a risk I could be declared unfit. It pissed me off, and I hated having to bend to the woman’s whims, but I had to swallow my pride. It was all for Iris.
“Well, I guess you can make yourself comfortable in the den. That’s where I’m working out of for now. I do have a video conference, and the information is not for public consumption.”
She shrugged. “I’m not the public.”
“Regardless, I need you to respect my privacy. My business is my business, and the state has no business listening in on privileged conversations.”
She wasn’t going to budge. “Do you have something to hide, Mr. Colter?”
I smirked. “Not a thing. Do you have something to gain by eavesdropping on conversations that have nothing to do with you?”
I knew I was pressing my luck. I didn’t care. The woman was pushing the boundaries.
“I’ll leave when you need to do your conference,” she finally agreed.
I led the way to the den and gestured for her to take a seat on the couch. I sat back down and pulled up the work I had been trying to get finished before she interrupted me. I had coders who worked for me, but this particular program was my baby. I trusted no one else to get it done right. It was too important.
I could feel her eyes on me. That was not going to work.
“Did you need to ask me something?” I said, turning my chair to face her.
She was scribbling on that stupid yellow pad. “No. Not really. Do you always close the door when you’re working?”
“Sometimes. Why?”
“How will you hear Iris?”
“I would have a nanny. I’m not going to try to juggle my work and taking care of a child. I know she requires my full attention.”
She smirked. “A nanny.”
“Yes, a nanny who can make sure Iris is cared for while I handle business. I expect it will be on a part-time basis, possibly more depending on my schedule. I will work out of here when possible. That way I can see Iris throughout the day and have lunch with her. I want to spend as much time with her as I can, but I also have to keep a roof over our heads.”
Another smirk. “I thought you had enough money to keep a roof over your heads even if you don’t work another day in your life. Sounds to me you are more concerned with making money than taking care of that little girl.”
I smiled. “Maybe, but you can never get too comfortable, and you don’t have any idea what my concerns are.”
She rolled her eyes and began to write on the yellow pad.
“Janice, give it to me straight. I am confident in my ability to read people. I can see you don’t like my wife or me. Why?” I asked, tired of beating around the bush.
She folded her hands over the yellow pad and looked directly at me. “I don’t like people who game the system. We have a job to do, and I hate when people throw money around and think they can use their name and wealth to cut corners. You are used to getting your way without ever lifting a finger. I know you have a lawyer. His office has called mine several times.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’ve done no such thing. I have a lawyer because it is in my best interest to protect my rights. I’m looking out for Iris.”
She smirked. “Yet. You haven’t tried to use your money to get your way yet. You will. I can read people too. I think this whol
e marriage is a scam meant to defraud the state.”
“You act like Iris is your property, as if you are the only person who knows what’s best for that little girl. She’s a child, not some piece of property you get to hand out to whoever you like best. You don’t know her. Have you even spent five minutes with her?” I shot back.
“I don’t think she’s ready to answer my questions,” she said sarcastically.
“I’m her uncle, her blood relative. I deserve the chance to raise my sister’s child. I have a feeling a judge will see it my way as well.”
She moved her hands off the yellow pad and flipped it to the front page. “I think you’re wrong. I have pages of reasons why you should be nowhere near that child. I think the judge will be very interested to hear what I have to say.”
“Excuse me?” I said, my blood beginning to boil.
“You are a notorious playboy. I have stacks of tabloid pictures and articles from all around the country outlining your antics. You are with a new woman every weekend and are photographed in various clubs drinking and acting irresponsibly. Do you truly think I believe you changed overnight? I don’t. I don’t believe it for a minute.”
“Actually, I do expect you to believe it because it’s the truth.”
“The weekend trips to Vegas with girls of ill repute. How do you explain that?”
I laughed. “Ill repute. Who says that?”
She shrugged. “I do when it fits.”
I shook my head and stretched my hands out. I did not like the woman, and it was evident she was going to recommend we not get custody.
“Listen, I’m not going to defend my past behavior or what you may have read in the tabloids. Those stories are blown out of proportion. I have changed. I had to change. I don’t know if you have a family, Janice, but let me tell you, when they all die before you, it’s rough. It was an eye-opener for me.”
She was scowling at me, and I could see she still didn’t believe me. “I didn’t come to Arizona with the intention of getting custody of Iris. That all changed when I saw her and then went to my sister’s apartment and saw how much she loved that baby. I can’t let her down. I know Tracy wanted Avery to raise her daughter. But despite our differences over the past year, Tracy and I used to be close. We were all we had after our parents died. I’m not going to let you interfere with my family, Janice.”
