by Deanna Lee
“Are you still interested in being treated like an adult?”
“Yes.” She dropped her gaze to the floor between them. Her answer had been breathy and sounded almost uncertain.
He grasped her chin and tilted her face up so that he could see her eyes. “Say it again.”
“Yes.”
He covered her mouth in seconds after her response and her hands moved up his arms to his shoulders. She grasped at him firmly as he lifted her off the floor and cupped her ass with both hands. Her skirt bunched and then gave away to the invasion of his body between her thighs. Hugh held her firmly against the door and ground his body against hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Reluctantly he pulled his mouth from hers and sighed. “I’d love to say that we should slow down, but I want inside you.”
“Yes.” She nodded abruptly. “Yes, inside me.”
* * *
Anne-Marie took in a deep breath as he set her on her feet by the bed. She pulled her shirt from her skirt, and started to unbutton it. Having sex with a stranger hadn’t been on her agenda when she’d begun her day, but she couldn’t imagine anything else now. Hugh’s hands drifted over the skin she’d exposed and then upwards when the buttons gave away under her fingers.
Her bra was a bit of lace that bordered on being fictional. He filled his hands with her breasts, rubbing thumbs over her covered nipples. She shrugged out of the shirt. “Am I the only one getting naked?”
He laughed and shrugged out of the suit jacket. Tossing it aside, he pulled his shirt roughly from his pants and unbuttoned it quickly. “That wouldn’t be fair would it?”
Laughing, she reached out and curled her fingers into the front of his slacks. “And you, the super lawyer, you are all about fairness.”
“I am,” he promised softly.
She watched his face as she moved closer and then shook back her hair. “You’ll tell me what you like.”
“Yes.” He pulled her close for another kiss as she unfastened her bra. Their lips clung briefly. “I’ll do everything you want.”
She groaned a little as his big hands moved over her back. Her bra slipped down her body and to the floor. He snagged the zipper of her skirt and it slid down her hips, leaving her clad in a barely there pair of panties.
“Do you always wear such racy underwear to work?”
She laughed softly and then gasped as he went down on his knees and hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties. “I have to do laundry.”
His mouth drifted over her hipbone as he pulled the panties down her thighs and helped her step out of them. Hugh came to his feet, his hands moving over her hips as she attacked his belt. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you naked, now.”
He pulled his belt loose from his pants and dropped it on the floor. “Get on the bed.”
She sat down on the edge of the bed as he unzipped his pants. Hugh shucked boxers and pants in one move. They tangled briefly in his shoes but he shoved them off and ditched his socks along the way. He went to her and entangled his fingers into her hair as he joined her on the bed.
His body was warm and solid against hers. She couldn’t remember when she’d felt so sexy or so alive. Was it wrong to need this feeling? His cock brushed against her thigh as he lowered his head to one pink tipped breast. The nipple hardened painfully under the silky attention of his mouth. Teeth grazed and she arched up against his mouth, aching to fill his mouth with her flesh.
Hugh released her nipple and raised his head. “I thought that this had to be fast.”
She moved under his hands as he carefully drew them down her body to grip her hips. He brushed the head of his cock against her labia and stilled when she moaned softly. “Doesn’t it?”
He laughed at her breathy question. “No. It doesn’t have to be.” Hugh moved upward and let his lips brush against hers. “It can be slow.” Her eyelids fluttered briefly and then she opened them. “What we wanted in the elevator…could have been satisfying at least for the moment.”
Anne-Marie shifted under him and bit down on her lip as the length of his cock rested against her labia. “Yes.”
“We could have sex.”
“Yes.”
He let some of his weight rest on top of her. “Let’s have pleasure instead.”
“Oh.” Her soft gasp echoed through the quiet apartment.
Chapter Three
Anne-Marie sat up and watched as he left the bedroom. His last comment seemed to echo in her ears. He came back into the room just a minute later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He gave her a glass and sat the open bottle on the nightstand.
Sipping the wine, she savored the soft burst of taste on her tongue as she watched him. He turned on a stereo system and filled the room with soft, barely audible jazz. Not enough sound to distract but enough to keep silence at bay. Her gaze traveled over his body, firm and muscled without appearing overworked. His cock was still very much erect and just looking at it made her squeeze her thighs together.
He was a good size, perhaps eight inches long and three inches around. She took another sip of wine as he came back to join her on the bed. He took a sip of wine as he lay down beside her. No man had ever approached sex with her in such a way. Was he still playing a game?
“When you went to bed with the woman…did you enjoy the softness of her?”
Heat swept over her face, not with shame, but with the memory. “Yes.”
Hugh reached out and circled one nipple with his index finger. “Did you like her mouth?”
“She knew exactly what I needed.” The admission slipped from her lips, lounging and arousal lingering in her voice.
“Did you taste her?” He moved his hand down her side, over the swell of her hip and then drew an invisible line to her belly button.
“Yes.” Anne-Marie wet her lips.
“You enjoyed it?”
“I did.” She gulped the last of her wine and said nothing when he took her glass. He put both glasses on the nightstand and when he laid back down beside her he was a few inches closer.
“Do you think about her when you masturbate?”
“No.”
“What do you think about?” He cupped one breast and used his thumb to tease the nipple.
“A man, sometimes he’s someone from my past.” She kept her eyes on his, enjoying the tension. “Sometimes he’s a stranger.”
“He does everything you want.”
“Yes.”
“Do you speak to him? Tell him what you want?”
“No.” She stilled because she’d started to lean into him. “He just knows.”
“And me, a mere man, has finally discovered what women really want.” Hugh pushed her hair back from her face and then leaned in. Carefully he kissed her lips. His tongue drifted against her lips and was allowed entry.
She pulled her mouth from his and touched his lips with hesitant fingers. “What do women want?”
“Someone who understands them, knows their needs, and desires to fulfill their every want.”
“Yes.” She moved her hand down, across his chest and stomach. Her fingers moved into the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. “You are a man of control. I imagine your world is just as you like it. Even when you struggled for money to maintain your law practice, you placed demands on your space and on your time to insure the integrity of your standards.”
He sucked in a deep breath as her fingers moved close to the base of his cock. “Of course.”
She met his gaze as she trailed her fingers lightly down the length of his erection. “You’d like to toss me on my back and fuck me hard.”
His eyelids dropped slightly and he let out a breath. “Yeah, but then it would be over. As easy as it would be to begin again…we only get one shot at the first time.”
Hugh moved closer and then gently prodded her onto her back. Resting one hand on her stomach, he dipped his head and sucked the nipple he’d abandoned. She moved and shifted
under his attention, rubbing her thigh against his cock. His hand moved, rubbing a circle on the flesh of her stomach, each circle wider and slower. Fingers brushed against her bare pubis and then as if the temptation was too much his hand slid downward and he cupped her sex completely.
The pressure of his hand was almost enough. She arched against his hand, a soft cry caught in her throat and she whimpered in desperate need. The soft passion he’d lulled her into all but evaporated in the heat of lust. Fingers delved into the folds of her labia, sliding against her heated and damp flesh, never quite touching her clit. The madness of it robbed her of speech. When she thought she could take no more, his fingers danced upward and claimed her clit. White-hot pleasure coursed through her and she fought against it, she wanted to come but she wanted to come with him inside her.
As suddenly as his hand was there, it drifted away. He suckled her nipple just a few seconds more and then released it. Hugh brushed hair back from her flushed face. “Frustrated?”
“No.” The fact that she meant it was startling. She felt teased and stimulated but not frustrated.
Anne-Marie turned into him and pulled him to her. She sighed against his mouth and plunged her tongue into him. There it was again, that base need to fill his mouth. As much as she wanted to be penetrated, she wanted to penetrate in return. He sucked her tongue gently and pulled her close. In one swift movement, he rolled onto his back and carried her with him.
With his cock pressed against her labia, she sat up and shook back her hair. He slipped one hand in between their bodies and spread her labia, so that his cock separated them and her throbbing clit rested on his hard flesh. She moved, rubbing herself up, and then down the length of him.
He shifted and moved beneath her and then sucked in a breath when she slid downward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. His taste and hers mingled on her tongue as she licked the pre-cum from him. Slowly and with deliberate care, she lowered her mouth on him and took all that she could. The head of his cock bumped deliciously against the back of her throat and she nearly purred with the accomplishment.
Hugh flexed his hips beneath her and stilled. He was determined to have only what she gave. She slid him in and out of her mouth with deliberate slowness, letting his need build but not giving him enough to be sated. The tease of it was so fine that he found it hard to breathe. She raised her head suddenly, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips.
“Come here.” He took her hand and pulled her up his body hastily.
When he could, he claimed her mouth and groaned when she thrust her tongue against his lips. He took her in, sucking and exploring what she gave him. When she pulled her mouth from his, he held her still for a minute, his fingers tangled in her hair. Their eyes met and held, passion and need seemed to pull at them, making movement impossible.
Then the desperate grip of it loosened and he pulled her upward to suck one breast into his mouth. It wasn’t enough. He pulled her upward and moaned when she met his demand eagerly. The fragrant flesh of her pussy was gloriously exposed, and so tempting that he pulled her down firmly and slid his tongue between her labia. She rocked on his mouth, and cried out when he thrust his tongue inside her. The shallow penetration was nearly unbearable.
Anne-Marie started to pull away and gasped when Hugh tipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide with firm hands. He lowered his head back to her pussy and began again. His tongue danced between her labia, teased at her clit and then he pushed it into her. The languid thrust of his tongue had her bucking wildly beneath him.
“Oh, God.” She curled fingers into his hair and jerked against him. “Please.”
The words were lost to her, but he seemed to understand because he brought the sweet sweep of his tongue back to her clit and slid two fingers into her pussy. She squeezed around his fingers, but there were no substitution for his cock. His teeth grazed her clit and tears welled in her eyes.
“Inside me.” She gasped, her hands clinched on his shoulders. “Now. Now.”
He left her and went to his bedside table. Finding a condom in the drawer, he freed it from the package and rolled it into place. Each stroke of his hands brought him closer to coming. Pushing the thought of release firmly into the back of his mind, he moved to kneel between her legs.
Her eager hands took a hold of him as he lowered himself to her. He pushed against her entrance and stopped when the head of his cock was buried in her. He was so hot that he wanted to permanently redefine sex for her. For the rest of her life whenever she thought of sex, she would think of him and his cock. The primal thought would have amused him under other circumstances.
Hugh sucked in a breath as he sank fully into the welcome heat of her. She moved beneath him, thoroughly pleased to be invaded, taken. The need to please her, to take her to a place she’d never known before, filled him. Slowly he withdrew and then thrust deep and true into her. Anne-Marie spread her legs wider and clutched at his shoulders. Her hips bucked and thrust upward against his every stroke.
He slipped one hand between them and found the hard ridge of her clit. It pulsed against his fingers as he rubbed it. She went still beneath him. Her body clenched around his and her release brought a shuddering cry from her mouth. As she shook, he began to move again, the stroke of his cock leisurely and deep. Wrapping her arms and legs around, she clung and shook with the pleasure. His body flexed and tensed against hers, and when he came, he groaned her name and sank into her body with relief.
* * *
The maintenance man that had come to unlock her apartment didn’t bother to speak. He just glared at her, opened the door, and stomped back down the hall. She frowned after him and then turned to look at Hugh who was wearing a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and nothing else.
“He didn’t even ask for ID.”
“I guess he didn’t appreciate being torn from his bed at midnight.” Hugh glanced down the hall where his apartment door stood open.
She walked to him and kissed his lips. “I don’t know what to say.”
He ran his fingers through her damp hair, memories of the shower they’d shared lingering in his mind’s eye. “Then don’t say anything.” He brought her forward for another kiss. “Lunch, tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.”
“I could be fired by then.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Hopefully, he has more sense than that.”
Chapter Four
She closed her door reluctantly and crossed her arms across her breasts. In truth, she hadn’t wanted to leave him, but little misgivings about the intimacy she’d shared with him had gnawed at her until she’d finally told him she should go home. Now, she stood in the middle of her apartment wishing she’d stayed warm and cozy in his bed.
Anne-Marie had enjoyed sex before. He certainly wasn’t the first man to tear her inside out with an orgasm, but he was the first man in a long time that truly made her ache. She tried being guilty about the intimacies she’d just shared with a stranger, but it was impossible.
A sharp knock on her door freed her from her thoughts and she walked back to it with a frown. The peephole revealed Hugh. She opened the door and glanced him over. “Did I forget something at your place?”
“Yeah.” He slipped through the door and then turned as she locked the door. He rocked on the balls of his bare feet and met her gaze.
Anne-Marie leaned against her locked door and looked him over. The flannel pajama bottoms were certainly sexy, but then he looked pretty damn good in anything. “So, what did I forget?”
“Me.”
She felt her face flush and a smile brushed across her lips. “I thought we agreed that we needed a little time to think about what has happened between us.”
“I decided that was crap.”
She tilted her head and stared at him for a moment before straightening from the door and walking toward him. “Since we are in my apartment…that means I’m in control now. I decide how things work.”
He raised an eyebrow at
the soft tone of her voice. “Yes, that appears to be true.”
Nodding, she motioned with her head and started towards her bedroom. He followed along silent but watchful. “You can relax. I don’t have a latex outfit and a whip in here or anything.”
Hugh laughed and glanced around her bedroom as she walked toward a walk-in closet. He stood near the end of her bed until she came out of the closet area wearing a thin cotton nightgown. Silently, he watched her move toward the bed and toss back a thick comforter. He hadn’t come back to her apartment for sex, but just to be with her.
“Where’s the cat?”
“He’s actually at the veterinarian.”
“Fixed?”
She laughed at the cautious question. “No. Just a few tests.”
She crawled up onto the bed, sat back on her knees as he moved around to the opposite side, and joined her.
“Entering that modeling contest on the surface seems rather charitable of you. You did it to save your law practice and to protect a case you took on for free.”
Hugh lay back on the pillows and looked over her face. “But?”
“But, I think you sort of enjoyed it, too.”
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps you like to think that there are women all over the city, who pass that billboard everyday and think about you when they masturbate.”
“It has crossed my mind. I’m a man. I can tell you, I spent a great deal of my youth doing similar things with a variety of magazines just for that purpose. It’s rather ego stroking to imagine that at least one woman I don’t know has fantasized about me. Imagined me slipping into their bed and doing them every which way but wrong.” He shrugged and flushed at the thought. “I suppose that could make me vain.”
“You’ve used your looks a lot.”
“Well, yes.” He sat up and turned to face her as she sat down on the mattress. “In the court room, I know that jurors respond to me because of my looks and I’ll admit that I play that up. I let them see my anger, my need for justice and it probably looks all the more appealing because of great genetics.”
