by Sloan Storm
Dorian winked at me. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
Wow? Really?
Grabbing the towel from his shoulder, he tossed it aside with a casual flick.
“Listen, I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to tell you the news but since you’ve taken it upon yourself to go on this midnight stroll, I may as well do it now.”
I frowned at him.
“I’ve had a couple phone calls with the owner of the case, including one tonight, not long after I left your room. He’s ready to take delivery of it tomorrow night. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I have to admit, at first I couldn’t make the connection. I had too much man meat on my brain, but it didn’t take long before I guessed what he meant.
“Does this mean… Does that mean I get to leave?”
Dorian took a couple of steps in my direction. “Obviously, I would prefer if you didn’t go anywhere, but above all else, I am a man of my word. So yes, once the case is delivered and I am comfortable that there aren’t any immediate threats to you, then you are free to leave.”
I know I should have been thrilled, jumping up and down and clapping my hands together with excitement but I didn’t. In a strange way, I almost felt guilty – guilty for judging him, for not believing him.
The truth was somewhere inside I held a doubt he would actually follow through on letting me go. I didn’t feel like I needed to apologize for thinking that, but before I could even try, he spoke again.
“You are wrong about me. You are wrong about the reason I brought you here. It has nothing to do with wanting to control you, and it never has. The only thing I want to do is protect you and keep you safe, kill again if need be.”
He said it again. Every word he spoke riveted my attention. I didn’t take a single breath.
“The fact that a piece of shit like Todd is dead doesn’t matter to me one bit. That probably sounds callous or harsh or whatever, but I’m not a liar, and I never have been.”
I’d never had anyone tell me that they would be willing to kill for me. Those words stuck in my head. Only his next question snapped me out of it.
“You never responded earlier. Why did you leave your room?”
I didn’t have an answer. His presence disarmed me. Every inch of him pure, unfiltered temptation. I mean, I did have an answer. I thought it was because I wanted to escape, but now, with him only inches away from me, I wasn’t so sure about that reason anymore.
“I’ll just say this…” he began, reaching towards my face and cradling my cheek in his palm, “unless you plan on following through with that little tease you gave me in your bedroom earlier, you need to leave now. This is your only chance. If you stay here even one more second I won’t be responsible for holding back what’s been building inside of me.”
Of course I’d teased him trying to get what I wanted, but hearing those words from his mouth, hearing the truth about the way he felt electrified my entire body. I hadn’t been wrong about the kiss. He’d wanted it every bit as much as I thought he did.
Now he was leaving it up to me.
“I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock deep inside, farther than I ever have anyone before. What’s it going to be? If it’s no, then there’s the door. If it’s yes, then just know that once I own something it’s mine — forever.”
6
Owning Her (Dorian)
Fuck!
It seemed like years since I’d tasted the sweet honey of her lips on mine even though it had only been less than a goddamn hour.
The fire she’d awakened in me when she pulled that little stunt in her room… Man, it took every ounce of self-control I had to freeze her out. I don’t remember a time when a woman had ever tested my resolve like that.
I ran my fingers through her hair, reaching around the back of her head. Curling them under, I tugged, pulling her hair by the roots.
Tempest moaned.
It was a soft sound, like the kind a woman makes when she needs more of the same. That’s exactly what I would give her. My heart thumped, and blood raced through my veins.
From the moment I’d first pulled her body close to mine the night of the crash, I made a vow to myself it wouldn’t be the last. She trembled in my arms, quivering with a mix of need and excitement. I explored her mouth with my tongue, inserting and withdrawing, gliding and twisting. I didn’t want to leave any doubt in her mind about what was going to happen.
My upper body was still flush with blood, muscles rock hard from the workout. Tempest groped at me, her hands squeezing my midsection, arms, and back. It wouldn’t be long before those gropes turned to scratches and her moans to screams.
Big tits, perfect waist, and a round ass. It was almost enough to make a man cum on sight. Not me though — I had no intention of rushing. I’d savor every square inch of her supple flesh. My mind flashed scenarios, a million ways I’d take her — own her.
Grunting, I reached for her jeans. She wore the same thing I’d found her in that night. Tempest’s pink T-shirt hugged her tits, wrapping her like a sinful Christmas present. Those jeans, man those fucking jeans, they clung to her hourglass hips – hips I’d have my hands around soon.
Still, as much as I enjoyed seeing her in that worn denim, getting her out of them would be even better. Our kissing intensified, Tempest moved her body back and forth, grinding against me. My skin, every nerve ending I had, tingled, craved, lusted. Without words, she begged me to take her, writhing and wriggling in my fingers.
“Fuck,” I said, breaking free of her and gasping a big gulp of air. “Babe, I gotta grab a quick shower. You…”
She didn’t waste a single second.
“No,” she growled, digging her fingernails deep into my chest. “I want you to fuck me. The shower will be there when we’re finished.”
I don’t know if a woman ever gave me goosebumps before, but shit if that’s what I didn’t feel. Wordless, I snatched her off the ground and threw her over my shoulder. The motion startled her, and Tempest squealed, slapping me harmlessly across the upper back.
“Careful!” she shrieked.
I marched towards my bedroom, hauling her in there like a fucking caveman.
“Honey,” I grunted. “Careful is the last thing I’m gonna be with you.”
Bending at the waist, I grabbed hold of Tempest by her hips and pulled her off my shoulder, dropping her onto my bed. She bounced into the mattress with a harmless thump, giggling and looking up at me. Only, I wasn’t laughing. There wasn’t anything funny about what was going to happen.
I watched her expression change. Her eyes focused on me. She swallowed, a difficult lump passed through her throat. My eyes never left hers. I wiped my hands across my mouth, remnants of her kiss lingering on my taste buds.
‘Strip,” I commanded.
A tiny smile curled at the corner of her mouth. Tempest sat up, resting herself on her elbows. Her perfect breasts pushed forward, nipples hard as ice, beckoning me through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“You first.”
I glanced down at my shorts and then at her. She had way more clothes on than I did. Not that I minded, of course. I could have my shorts off and in a heap on the floor in a flash.
No. No, no. I wasn’t about to rush this moment.
No way.
I licked my lips.
“Get up, babe.” I said, making a come hither motion with my index finger. “Over here.”
Tempest shifted position, climbing on all fours. A tantalizing arch in her lower back formed, causing her ass to tilt in the air.
Damn.
She crept to the edge of the bed, her hands pawing at the mattress like a jungle cat in heat. I imagined her still on her hands and knees, crawling between my legs and swallowing my cock in her mouth, those sweet velvet lips driving me fucking insane. I didn’t think it was possible to be any harder than I was in that instant.
How wrong I was…
Tempest’s jeans hugged her cur
ves, her shirt halfway up her torso, exposing her lower back. Tossing her hair away from her eyes she stopped, her fingers digging into the bed’s edge.
“I’m here.” she cooed, reaching towards my crotch and wrapping her hand around my cock through the fabric of my shorts. “Now what?”
Jesus!
Feeling her fingers around my dick nearly brought me to my knees. I managed to keep my shit together, looking at her with a serious expression on my face. Reaching for her arms, I pulled her up onto her knees.
“Do it,” I said, my tone matching the focused look in my eyes.
Tempest stared at me, her angelic face softening.
“Do what?” she began, reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt. She pulled it up just enough to expose the lace of her bra. “This? Is this what you mean?”
I didn’t blink. “You’re getting close. Keep going.”
My cock raged.
Part of me loved watching her do this, while another part hated every fucking second of it.
Easy Dorian, easy.
Tempest peeled away her T-shirt, holding it between her thumb and forefinger before dropping it to the ground. Next, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, disposing of it the same way.
Once she’d dropped it, Tempest looked into my eyes. She was pure feminine perfection, curves in all the right places and built for my pleasure. She leaned forward, draping her arms around my neck and moving in for a kiss.
Our lips met for an instant. She broke free, but kept her breasts pressed against my chest. Instinct gnawed at me. I wanted to reach up and cup her full tits, fill my greedy hands with them but I resisted the urge.
For me, it was take all of her, or nothing.
“Is this what you mean?” she asked, shifting her cleavage against my skin for emphasis.
“Almost…” I nodded, fighting the surge of testosterone raging through me. “Keep going.”
With that, she stood from the bed, dropping her arms away from my neck and reaching for the waist of her jeans. Her eyes never left mine. Like brilliant opals, they reflected the light from my bedroom, beckoning me closer to her.
Tempest shifted her body from side to side, wiggling free of her jeans. At last, she stepped out of them, brushing them away with her foot. I allowed my eyes to wander, tracing the perfect outline of her waist and hips until I came to the final barrier to my desire. Reaching for her panties, I hooked my finger around the band.
Tempest held her breath. Our eyes met again.
“Almost…” I said. “Keep going.”
Her hand covered my fingers, slipping between them and the fabric of her underwear. I let go and without hesitation, she pulled them down the length of her thigh with a smooth motion. Once she finished, Tempest flipped her hair away from her face, pressing her now naked body against me.
She leaned into my ear, whispering. “Is this what you mean?”
“Almost…”
At the limit of any self-control I had left, I reached down, sweeping my hands under her ass and lifting her in the air. Tempest’s head flung back and she wrapped her legs wrapped around my waist, hooking them hard at the ankle.
Our lips met again. This time though, the kiss was crazy, intense, frantic.
Staggering across the room, I pinned her to the wall, holding her in place with one hand while I reached for my shorts with the other, almost ripping the fucking things off. My clothing hit the floor, and I kicked them away with a violent thrash of my leg.
I reached for the base of my cock, grabbing hold of it. Pressing my torso into hers, I felt the wetness of her pussy against my pelvis. My entire body flexed, desperate to take her at last. I drove inside of her with a single hard thrust, her wet sex lubricating my iron-like erection.
“Ohh, ahh… Fuck!” Tempest winced.
She pressed her hands into my chest, digging her nails in again. Her touch caused my abs to flex, an unconscious twitch sending a jolt of adrenaline through me.
Finally. Fucking… finally.
It was like she was born to be on my cock. Her slick, tight, velvet gathered around my shaft while I lingered there, satisfaction washing over me.
Tempest moistened her lips, leaning into me and pressing them into the center of my pecs. Her first kiss was slow, soft – a sharp contrast to my hard dick. Another kiss followed, then another. She worked her way across my upper body, tender smacks leaving behind a cool reminder of where her warm lips had been.
She stopped, looking at me.
“This…” I began, driving my cock all the way inside of her and holding it there. “This is what I mean, baby.”
I started to thrust, bracing myself against the wall with my palms while Tempest held on to me. Stroke after stroke, I’d pull almost all the way out before flexing my entire backside and driving into her again. She was incredible. Everything about her, the way she kissed, smelled, fucked…
Never had I been so right about how a woman would make me feel. It was like a fucking dream. Head to toe, I’d never felt so alive. Our bodies melded into one, grinding and pushing, each second that passed bringing me closer to my ultimate desire.
The friction between us grew and soon perspiration lubricated our skin, making it difficult for me to continue to hold her. I didn’t care how long it took, I wasn’t about to stop, not until I got what I wanted.
Tempest leaned into me, curling her fingers around my face and pushing her mouth against mine. Wild strands of her strawberry blonde hair wrapped around my head, cocooning me in silky softness. I drove my tongue inside of her mouth, thrusting with the same reckless abandon I used with my cock.
Tempest huffed and moaned, puffs of pleasure from her mouth keeping time with the slapping of my hips against her pelvis. Adding to that her curves, her scent, her sweet pussy… They were driving me right to the point of no return.
With a free hand, I reached for one of her magnificent tits, lowering my mouth to it. I swallowed her rock hard nipple, sucking on it with a relentless wet heat. Tempest hummed, arching her back and twitching with electric shocks.
Suddenly, it grew to be too much for her.
She cried out, digging her heels hard into my ass. “Dorian, I’m cumming, I…!”
“Yeah,” I grunted, curling my fingers into the crease of her hip. “That’s right. Give me all of it, Tempest baby. Don’t hold back. Don’t you dare fucking hold back!”
She flipped and lost her shit. “Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!”
Tempest’s body vibrated, shook. Her climax hit her like a punishing wave, slamming into her with a brutal force, causing her to scream.
“Dorian! Dorian!”
I never stopped, not even for a single second. My dick was like living stone. Every time she screamed my name I got harder, fuller, longer. Sliding in and out of her, my cock glistened, wet with the pinnacle of her desire.
Goddamn I couldn’t wait. Not after seeing that, not for one more second.
Withdrawing from her, I lowered Tempest to the ground and spun her around. Tempest bobbed back and forth like a wayward sea buoy, still punch drunk from the throes of her orgasm. I wrapped my hands around her hips again, steadying her and getting an eyeful of that round apple of an ass.
Damn.
Primal urges took over. Like a savage, I grabbed for the base of my shaft, wasting zero fucking seconds and guiding it towards her soaked folds. Plunging inside, I filled her again with the full measure of my length. Tempest straightened her arms, pressing her palms flat against the wall.
“Jesus…” she puffed, trying to keep her knees from giving out beneath her. Arching her back, she looked over a shoulder, half her face still concealed in an unruly mess of her hair when I started to thrust again.
Which is exactly what I fucking did. Over and over and over and over…
Tempest dropped her head between her shoulders, rocking her torso back and forth, grinding her ass into my cock, stirring my fire to a boiling point. Hammering away, I tilted forward, leaning over her backside
. With one hand, I held her hip, guiding her up and down the length of my dick. With my other, I twirled a handful of her hair in my hand.
No sooner had I done so than it hit me.
Starting from my heels and ripping up the length of my body, the feeling caused me to stiffen and freeze in place like a statue. Inevitability took hold of me, and I gave in, increasing the ferocity and intensity of my thrusts.
Looking down at her heavensent curves, the urge I’d felt turned into a need and a goddamn unstoppable one. I slapped my hips into her ass, each thrust cracking against her like a lion tamer’s whip.
The feeling started as an ember between my legs, like a harmless ash from a campfire that sets a tinder-dry wilderness on fire. My movement staggered and stuttered, the uncontrollable inferno of my desire now in total control.
“Goddamn it! Fuck!” I yelled.
Tempest spun her head around, whipping her head full of thick air across her back and locking those sparkling blue eyes on mine.
“Yeah…” she whispered. “Yes.”
I slammed my pelvis into her, gripping her hips like a vice. Liquid fire streamed from my cock, racing inside of her. I wasn’t in control. No fucking way. It was pure nature – unadulterated, unfiltered fucking desire.
7
On The Town (Tempest)
With my palm flat on his chest, I looked up into Dorian’s eyes and smiled.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen that on your face.” He said, smiling in return.
Stretching further, I leaned up towards his head, inhaling his musky aroma and kissing him on the cheek. Afterward, I rested my head between his shoulder and neck, nuzzling my cheek in the warm, muscular space. We relaxed, enjoying each other in silence for several minutes until he spoke once more.
“About tomorrow night…” he began, pausing and kissing the crown of my head. “I’d like for you to come with me.”
Pulling my head away from his body, I looked into his eyes. “What do you mean come with you?”
Dorian went on to explain that he’d decided to make an evening of it. There was a show he’d been wanting to see. He wanted me to come with him, as his date.
