by Alexa Riley
His big hands, which could nearly span my waist, rub up and down my back. The air in the limo grows thick with desire. I need to talk to him, but when his hands are on me, I can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone stop the tidal wave of need that is about to crash on me. If he kisses me, I’ll beg him to take me right here on the floor. That’s how much I need him right now. I’ve gone too long, and I’m a drug addict coming off the wagon and looking for a fix.
“Oz.” His name is nearly a moan as he pulls me closer. My voice is pleading, and he knows he’s got me right where he wants me.
“Shhh.”
His sapphires look my body up and down, devouring me every inch of the way. He stares at my neck, and he reaches over and grabs something. He pulls out the orange linen pocket square from his dark gray suit and dips it into a glass of water he has sitting on the side bar. Then he proceeds to wipe my neck, where Eric put his mouth.
He doesn’t say a word as he cleans me, and then throws the linen to the floor in near disgust.
The next thing I know his mouth is on me in the same spot, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and his full lips sucking me into his mouth. He’s angry that someone else touched me, so he has to cover it up with his own touch. In a weird, twisted way, I understand it. And I welcome it.
I cling to him as he assaults my neck. Moaning into the quiet of the limo is all I can do as I take what he gives me. His hand runs between my legs, and the heel of his palm grinds against my panty-covered pussy. I shudder against the feeling, needing him. He puts more pressure in the most perfect place and I grind my hips against him while his mouth devours my neck.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, nearing a climax I’m not prepared for. It’s been too long since he’s really touched me. A wave of emotions floods me. The building pleasure is close, and I dig my nails into his suit jacket to try to keep it from happening, or to try to pull it closer. I have no idea which. But as he kneads his palm against me, he bites my neck and I come apart in his arms.
I cry out as the pleasure of my orgasm liquefies my bones, and I’m left a wrung-out heap of warmth in his arms. What he does to me is too good, and I won’t ever be able to get enough. Even now, as my climax gives its last pulse and soaks my underwear through, I’m already thinking about how many more he can give me before I pass out.
Before I realize what’s happening, Oz is carrying me out of the limo and into my building. Well, our building. I try not to blush as the night doorman waves at us and Oz nods to him.
When we get to the elevator, I expect him to put me down, but he doesn’t. He walks in and stands there, cradling me in his arms.
“I don’t suppose you’re taking me to the third floor?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.
“No.”
There’s finality in his words, and I know now is not the time to fight him. So instead I put my key in for his floor and hit the button.
The elevator shoots straight up without pausing, and my stomach flips as we come to a stop. He’s taking me back into the land of Oz, only this time I fear I won’t be able to slip away so easily.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Miles
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I carry Mallory to the bedroom and sit her down on the edge, kneeling in front of her. Reaching down, I unbuckle her deep blue suede heels and slip them off. I rub her feet for a moment, helping to ease any of the ache she may have felt from walking on them today.
The small moan she lets out as I squeeze her foot has my already-hard cock throbbing against my thigh. I try to ignore it, although I can feel my heartbeat inside it.
Moving to her other foot, I remove that shoe and give her foot the same attention.
“Oz.”
Her voice is hesitant, but I wait, letting her say what she needs to. I’ve been crazy with worry for most of the night, and I’m afraid if I start talking I’ll get angrier.
I knew something was wrong the second I arrived in the lobby of our building. Chuck, working at the desk, showed me the request, and I cursed my own stupidity. I should have seen this coming. But when I checked her tracker, it said she was still at work.
I went to her desk only to find her phone sitting there, and I cursed again. Ryan couldn’t get hold of Paige, and I had a feeling they’d done this on purpose. It didn’t stop the absolute panic flaring through me as we searched everywhere for her. I called around to every bar within a ten-block radius as we rode around the city hoping to catch sight of them.
We finally got lucky when Ryan got a call from one of his friends who works security at a wine bar. He said there were two women there who fit the description, and he sent us a picture of them. I nearly ground my teeth to dust looking at her sitting there. She was so beautiful, and it killed me that she was out of my grasp. We made it there in record time, but not before some asshole put his hands on what’s mine. The same little fucker I knew sat next to her Monday in the meeting. Thankfully, Paige was there. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d gotten my hands on him.
I know who that little worm is, and I’ll be taking care of him later.
As Mallory’s hands run through my hair, I close my eyes and let some of the tension leave me. At her simple touch, all that I’ve been worried over falls away. She’s the cure for all my aches, and I lean into her touch, wanting to be soothed. I take her wrist in my hand and turn her palm to my mouth.
“Stay with me,” I whisper against her skin. Opening my eyes and looking into her gray-blue pools of love, I confess what’s in my heart. In every part of me. All I seem to know anymore. All I can think about now. “Please, Mallory. I need you.”
“We need to talk. You said dinner Saturday.” She bites her lip, and I want to be the one doing that to her lip.
I nod over to the clock beside the bed. “It’s after midnight, baby. You’re all mine.” She glances over and her cheeks flush. “I said I’d wait until today. We’ll talk, and I promise to tell you anything you want to know. I’ll answer all your questions about everything, but not tonight.”
I place my hands on her thighs and let them travel upward, until I reach the hem of her dress. It’s a light tan linen material with buttons all the way down the front. It flows loosely around her thighs, and I bet if she twirled I could see her panties.
“Don’t deny me, Mallory.”
Looking up, I see the small nod she gives me as her legs open a little wider.
I move down and rub the stubble of my beard on the insides of her thighs, and again her legs widen for me. As if listening to my desires, they give me what I want. And right now what I want most is between her gorgeous legs.
Pushing up her dress the rest of the way, I see the wet fabric clinging to her pussy and showing me the outline of her needy sex. I peel off my suit jacket and throw it on the ground as I loosen my tie and unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt. That jacket probably cost thousands, but I’d burn it if it got me to Mallory faster.
Without teasing, I reach up and grip the thin cream straps of her panties, ripping them at her hips. Pulling away the ragged lace, I stuff them into my pocket and think about the small collection of her panties I’m starting to assemble.
Mallory gasps, and then leans back on her hands as I pull her ass to the edge of the bed. “You keep ripping them off me and I’ll make you replace them.”
I hover right over her pussy, breathing in her heady scent. I lick my lips so the drool doesn’t run down my chin. I look into her eyes. “You could stop wearing them, stop keeping me from my sweet pussy.”
My mouth descends on her warm, wet heat, and she cries out, nearly lifting off the bed. Reaching down, I slide my hands into my pants and squeeze my cock hard, trying to keep myself from coming too soon.
Her sticky nectar coats my tongue and lips as I move my tongue to her opening and fuck her with it. Her hands move
to my hair and she grips it tightly. When I replace my tongue with my fingers and move my mouth to her hard pearl, she says my name. Hearing it echo through the bedroom fills me with insane need, but I have to get her off like this. I need to give her this, and I need to have it. Something primal inside me is demanding it, and I have to give in to my inner beast.
My fingers move in and out of her incredibly tight channel, and I moan right along with her. The feel of her velvety soft pussy on my tongue is driving me to the edge.
“Oz.” She’s out of breath and pulling me closer. “I’m... I’m coming.”
She shouts the last word as she tenses against me, her legs tightening like vises around my head. I couldn’t care less if she stabbed me in the heart right now, as long as I’m able to make her feel anything close to what I feel for her.
Giving her gentle slow licks, I help wring her orgasm out of her. Giving her every little pulse of pleasure I can before kissing the insides of her thighs. She’s so soft and delicate here, and knowing no other man has ever laid a hand on this part of her goes a long way toward calming both my need for her and all the jealousy I seem to have when it comes to her.
Standing up, I look down at her and take off my shirt and slacks, kicking off my shoes as I go. When I’m standing in front of her in boxer briefs, she sits up and her eyes lock on my chest. It’s late, but there’s a lamp on beside the bed, and she can see the tattoo of her name over my heart.
Tentatively, she reaches out and delicately touches the space there. I’ve got defined muscles, but I also have chest hair and some of it slightly covers her name. When her fingertips touch me, it’s as if she’s brushed a rose petal over the letters. She’s so soft and delicate, and having her hands on me is my own personal heaven.
Reaching out, I place my hand on top of hers, flattening her palm to my chest. I lock eyes with her beautiful bluish-grays, and feel my heartbeat against her hand. If only she knew that it was beating in time to tell her I love her. I wonder if she would still want to feel it?
“Why.” Her whisper is soft but I can hear the awe in her voice.
“I knew I couldn’t have you the first time I’d seen you so I wanted something of you on me. To always have until I could have you.”
Her hand stays on my chest as she takes in my words, and I move mine away, running my fingers down her arms and to her chest. I unbutton her dress all the way down, never taking my eyes off hers. There’s so much in her eyes, and I can’t look away. Not even when I remove her dress and unclasp her bra. Not even when she’s completely naked in front of me.
Wrapping an arm around her hips, I lift her up and place her in the middle of the bed. She slips her fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pushes them off my hips. I help her the rest of the way, and then we’re both naked. Warm, soft skin against my hard-angled body. She molds to me in every way possible as I settle down between her hips and press my hard cock against her wet clit. I run the length of it slowly up and down as I look into her eyes and brush the stray hair away from her cheeks.
“My God, you get more beautiful every time I see you.” Her delicate fingers come up to trace the dips and flex of my back.
I want her, and I want nothing between us. I know what happened last time, and I know that she could be pregnant right now. This would be irresponsible to some people, but Mallory is my whole life. She has been from the moment I saw her. And if a baby were to be created while we made love, then it’s meant to be. I want a life, and yes, a family with her. Whenever that day comes, it will be another piece of her to love. A piece of us to cherish and nurture. How can that be bad?
“Oz.” Her eyes look into mine and I see the uncertainty, but there’s also need there. And I’m hoping the need wins out.
“Let me inside, baby.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she closes her eyes and moans. I run the thick vein of my cock up, and then slowly run it back down, making sure to rub her clit with every pass.
“We have to be careful. We can’t keep doing this,” she says, lifting her hips up to meet my strokes.
“Mallory, if you can’t tell by now, I’m crazy about you. And there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect and care for you. Especially if you were to become pregnant with my baby. I’ll take care of everything. Always.”
She hesitates for a second, and then nods up at me. It’s then I take her mouth, letting the small taste of her pussy pass between us. Her warm lips part for me and I dip my tongue inside. The kiss is deep and passionate, and it’s fucking perfect. Like every inch of my Mallory.
Moving my hips, I press the tip of my cock into her wet opening and push past her tight folds. She’s wet, but she’s incredibly tight, and my thick cock barely fits inside her. There’s still an inch that I can’t push in yet, but I don’t care. Having her, even a little, is more than I dreamed about.
I move my lips down her neck and slowly rock in and out of her, helping her get adjusted to having my cock in her again. Her tight pulses are vibrating down to my balls and I ache to empty inside her.
I can’t seem to keep my mouth off her as I lick my way to her breasts and suck on her nipples. I lave one, and then turn to do the same to the other. Sucking each into my mouth and giving them both a small bite. I lick the space between her breasts, and then suck on the delicate flesh there. I know I should be more gentle, but the way her nails dig into my back tells me to keep going.
My thickness slides in and out of her easily now, her muscles relaxing and taking all of me. Her feet come around my waist and her hips rise to meet every thrust.
“Mallory,” I grunt against her neck. “I can’t hold off much longer.”
I should do the right thing and pull out. I could come on her soft belly and mark her creamy skin as my own. I should do that for her.
“Oz,” she whispers, and pulls her legs tighter around me.
I know her orgasm is nearing and I don’t have much time.
“Baby, I need to pull out,” I choke, trying to breathe through it.
“Inside me,” she moans as her pussy clamps down on me and her orgasm bursts through her.
I have no choice but to stay in her warmth and spill my come into her waiting womb. It’s long and loud as I roar my orgasm into her, giving her every drop of me. It wasn’t my intention, but fuck does it feel so good coming inside her. Where I belong.
When I’ve given her all of me, and she’s panting with her own release, I roll us over so she’s lying on my chest. We’re both breathless, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her forehead.
“Promise me you won’t sneak out,” I say, squeezing her a little tighter. “I’ll tell you everything. Please don’t go.”
She brings her hand up to my chest and pets the place where her name resides.
“I promise.”
With her words, I drift off to sleep, and for a second I think I tell her what I’ve been longing to say.
I love you.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mallory
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“I can’t seem to stop,” Oz says into my ear in a half moan half grunt. He has one hand gripped on my thigh, keeping it in place over his leg, his other arm under me with his hand gripping my breast as he thrusts in and out of me from behind. His big strong body molded to mine. This is how we’ve been most of the night, and this is the second time he’s woken me. The first was with his mouth between my legs, and now this. I’m not sure which I prefer. Both are equally wonderful.
He slowly thrusts in and out of me, making me moan with him. I swear him moaning my name could get me off. I had no idea something could be such a turn-on. But hearing my name come from his mouth like that does things to me everywhere.
“Then don’t,” I encourage him, moving my hips with his and taking him deeper into my body. Wanting him there.
Every time he’s locked inside me like this, it’s like I’m home. A place that’s only mine. A place I’d been missing all week. How I managed to keep away from this I have no idea.
“Every time I wake up, I have to make sure you’re real,” he says before he’s licking and kissing my neck again, making me arch my back, pushing my breasts farther into his hand. “Make sure I didn’t dream you were here with me.” He thrusts again, and his teeth graze my neck. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
It isn’t a question, so I don’t answer him. I should get annoyed with how he’s always bossing me around and making me do what he wants, but my body isn’t getting that message. My pussy clenches around his cock harder and begs him to make me come.
I reach behind me, sliding my fingers into his hair, needing to touch him. I need something to grab on to, because I sense it getting closer. The orgasm is almost here, and I know I’m going to explode.
“You like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” I moan his name in response, still feeling a little shy saying what I want. I’m getting the hang of the sex thing, but my dirty talk isn’t there. But I want him to keep going, because he’s right. I like it. Hell, I think I might love it.
“That’s really good, baby, because I’ve been thinking about the things I’ve wanted to do to you for years. I can’t wait to tell you what I’ll be doing to this body for the rest of our lives.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Fucking love when you beg me. It makes me feel like you want me as bad as I want you. Beg me. Beg me, and I’ll give you anything.”
“Please, Oz, make me come. Please,” I plead. I’m so close, a little more. He’s slowed down his thrusts, and I’m going insane. A little harder is all I need.
“Ask me to come inside you,” he moans against my ear. His words make my stomach do a little flip. He releases my leg, but I keep it in place while his hand travels down to my clit and his finger brushes over it, not giving me the pressure I need.
