by Tess Summers
“What about you?”
She seemed to mull over her choices before replying.
“I guess it depends. I think with you, any position where I’ll be able to look into your eyes and kiss you.”
Fuck me. That made his cock jump. He stared at her, silently letting her know he was going to enjoy that, too. Reluctantly, he broke his gaze and gave the magazine back.
“Next question. Do you consider yourself dominant or submissive? Both? Neither?”
Even though it wasn’t technically his turn to answer first, he didn’t hesitate to respond.
“Dominant.”
Cassie looked at him, almost defiantly. “Equal.”
He didn’t know if she really meant it or if she was being a brat. Either way, her answer wasn’t going to fly. He leaned his elbows back against the counter, crossed his ankles, and shook his head.
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no? You can’t say what I consider myself.”
Luke stood up straight and raised one eyebrow at her.
“No, you are not my equal sexually. Outside of the bedroom, absolutely, but when our clothes come off, I will always be in control.”
With a smirk, she started rubbing his cock over his jeans, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “But if we weren’t equal, I wouldn’t be able to do this, just because I want to.” She dropped to her knees in front of him.
He took a deep breath in, remembering all the times he’d jerked off, thinking about her in exactly this position. She looked up at him and licked her lips as she started to unzip his fly. It pained him to stop her, but he needed to lay the ground rules. He grabbed her wrist and tugged gently on her arm so she would stand. She had kicked off her heels earlier and was noticeably shorter.
“I’m in charge, doll. I’ll let you know when you can do that.”
Her indignant gasp turned into one of surprise when he reached under her skirt and slid her panties to the side, smirking when he found her drenched. Removing his hand, he took his wet fingertip and ran it over her bottom lip so she could taste herself, his face inches from hers.
“We’re not equal, Cassie. Not here-not ever,” he whispered.
Once he finished smearing her lip with her own juices, he ravaged her mouth with his, sucking and biting her lips before plunging his tongue inside. With his hands on her hips, he lifted her onto the counter, then broke their kiss to concentrate on bunching her skirt around her waist. With minimal effort, her panties were ripped off and tossed to the side. He glided a finger inside and began to finger fuck her slowly, whispering into her ear.
“I think you like me being in control.”
She whimpered in response.
“You want me in control.” He brushed her clit with his thumb, and she jumped. He started to fuck her faster, his thumb moving in circles on her pearl, and she began to moan while grinding against his hand.
“Let me see your tits,” he commanded. “I want to watch them bounce as I finger you.”
She obediently obliged like he knew she would, unbuttoning her blouse to pull her breasts out of her bra. He bent down to suck on her nipple, plunging two fingers deep inside her when he bit down. Her cry out made his dick harder. Her body was responding perfectly to his ministrations.
He could feel her getting wetter, and she began to tense. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, fucking her harder now.
Looking into her eyes, he growled, “Tell me. Tell me who’s in charge.”
She gasped and moaned but refused to give him the answer he wanted.
“Such a wet pussy,” he teased as he slowed his frantic pace and stopped thumbing her clit.
“No! Please, don’t stop!”
That elicited a small smile from him. “Do you wanna come?”
“Yes, oh God, yes!”
He flicked her nub once and whispered, “Who’s in charge, Cassie?”
She was as stubborn as she was beautiful and shook her head, eyes closed tight.
“Baby doll,” he warned in a low voice, his tone on the verge of menacing. He liked her being a brat—to a point. “Do I need to punish you to prove my point?”
Her eyes flew open, but her pussy grew wetter. She’d obviously never been with a man who could handle her. Until today.
“I will spank that beautiful ass until it’s pink,” he growled and gave her pussy a quick smack to drive his point home.
She jumped, then spread her legs farther.
He softly swatted her clit in repetition. “Who’s in charge, Cass?”
She was panting now. Pushing her pussy against his hand, but obstinate in her denial of his authority.
Luke plunged two fingers deep inside her and curled them up, finding her pleasure spot. The wet sounds of her desire echoing throughout the sleek kitchen, and he began to use both hands—one to strum her and one to finger fuck her. He could tell she was on the verge of coming and stopped.
“Ohhhh,” Cassie let out a low howl. “Please don’t stop, Luke. I’m begging you, baby. Please.”
He leisurely pulled her pussy lips apart and ran a finger up and down her slit without saying a word, ignoring her urgent attempt to grind against his hand.
“Who’s in control here?” he asked again in a low voice.
“Oh God, you! You are!”
A small smile formed, satisfied with her submission. That was all he needed to make sure she understood he was in charge of her pleasure. He resumed fingering her and rubbing her pussy until she cried out, quivering around his fingers.
He didn’t let her come down from her ecstasy before he spun her around and spanked her ass with quick bursts, then sank his fingers deep inside her again. This set off another orgasm, and as she lay panting against the counter, her pussy clenched around his fingers, he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m in charge, baby doll. Always remember that.”
Even as worn out as she was, she raised her head to give him a look of defiance. Apparently, he was going to have to reinforce this-repeatedly.
Fuck, yeah. He looked forward to it.
Kissing her up and down her neck reverently, he murmured against her skin, “My tenacious girl. You’ll learn.”
He felt her stiffen like she wanted to argue, then sigh and relax in acceptance.
“That’s my girl.”
*
Cassie
Once her legs stopped quivering, she pulled her bra back up, buttoned her blouse, and mustered the gumption to stroke Luke over his jeans again. He was rock hard, obviously turned on by what he’d done to her, so she didn’t understand when he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
She felt tears prick her eyes. “Don’t you want me?”
He brought her hand back to his cock— “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” –then moved her hand away again.
“So, why won’t you let me touch you?”
“Because if you touch me, I’m going to fuck you, and we agreed—no sex until after ten dates.”
“But, we just…”
He smirked that infuriating smirk. “We just what, doll?”
“You…you...”
He leaned forward, putting his fingers in between her lips.
“I fingered that sweet pussy of yours, Cassie. I made you come all over my hand while I watched your tits bounce up and down.”
She shuddered at his dirty words, pulling away from his touch—trying not to show him how much they affected her.
“Then, obviously our ten-date rule no longer applies.”
“Oh, no, baby. That was only a preview.”
With her hand on her hip, she raised her eyebrows. “So, why can’t you have a preview?”
His grin grew wider. “I already told you, Cassie. When you touch me, I’m going to fuck you. We made an agreement—no sex until at least ten dates.”
She squeezed his thigh while breathing into his ear. “What if I just teased you a little with my mouth?”
Luke put his h
and on top of hers. “Because I know my limitations.”
“What if I promise not to let you fuck me even if you begged?”
He chuckled softly and brought her hand up to kiss the inside of her wrist.
“I don’t beg, doll. Ever.”
She was pretty sure by the twinkle in his eye, he knew what she was thinking.
Challenge accepted, Sergeant Rivas.
Chapter Seventeen
Luke
He needed to go home in the next two minutes, or he was going to be balls deep inside Cassie within five. She was way too tempting, and she knew it.
“Do you want to sleep over? It can be like last time, we don’t have to do anything,” she cooed as she ran her fingertips over his chest.
Luke captured her fingers and brought them to his lips.
“You know I wouldn’t be able to resist you tonight.”
She brushed the hair around his ear with her other hand and looked up at him. “Who says you have to?”
He shook his head. The thought was enticing, but he was determined to see this through to the eleventh date before they had sex.
“Walk me to the door?”
She wasn’t even subtle in her pouting. Another thing he loved about her. He pulled her close when they were in her entryway.
“Cassie, don’t be mad at me. Only five more dates. I promise it will be worth the wait. I will make love to you all night long and the entire next day. Hell, we should probably plan on the whole weekend.”
That made her smile begrudgingly, which she quickly hid. She shrugged her shoulders as if she were unimpressed.
“We’ll see what happens, I guess.”
Luke traced her bottom lip with his thumb while he stared at her mouth. Dipping his head, he captured her lip between his teeth, then nipped at her top lip before enveloping her mouth with his. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer while pressing her tits against him. He could feel her need for him, and it only served to fuel his lust for her. He grabbed a handful of her ass and yanked her hips to his erection. This was getting dangerously close to the point of no return, and he needed to stop.
But she kept grinding against him.
Fuuuuck.
It took every ounce of his willpower to break their kiss, but he did. They were both breathing heavy, and he had to make himself look away from her tits heaving up and down. He pulled her tight against him instead and kissed the side of her head while he stroked her hair.
“God, I want you,” he murmured.
“Then stay.”
He pulled away, holding her at arms-length around her shoulders.
“Dinner tomorrow?”
He could see the conflict raging in her. She was mad he was leaving but still wanted to see him again. When she didn’t answer, he opted to take the decision out of her hands.
“I’ll pick you up at eight. Dress casual.”
His stubborn girl shook her head. “I can’t tomorrow.”
He clasped her chin between his thumb and knuckle of his index finger, tilting her face to look at him.
“Cassie, this is killing me too. I want you so damn badly, my cock is literally aching for you, doll. Aching. If you think I don’t want to stay, you’re dead wrong. But I promise, when we do finally make love, you will be ruined for any other man.”
Her expression was his undoing. Her big, blue eyes were brimming with tears, but she didn’t look away when she whispered, “I already am.”
Oh, fuck me.
Game over.
They stared at each other for at least five seconds. With every ounce of his resolve, he kissed her cheek and whispered goodnight, then quietly walked out the front door.
Chapter Eighteen
Luke
He hadn’t even made it to the elevator when he asked himself, “What the fuck am I doing?” The most beautiful woman he’d ever met was practically begging him to sleep with her, and he left her with a kiss and a see ya tomorrow?
Idiot. It was Ben’s voice he heard in his head before he turned around to make his way back to her welcome mat. It took her longer to answer this time, and her cheeks were streaked with mascara and tears when she opened the door.
Without a word, he was through the threshold, cupping her face in his hands, and kicking the door closed behind him. With the pads of his thumbs, he wiped her tears while looking into her eyes, silently searching for clarity—were they about to do the right thing? The only thing he found behind her baby blues was desire, and he finally allowed his to be unleashed.
Without warning, he slammed her against the wall in the entryway and ravaged her mouth. There was nothing tender about their kiss, and he felt her clawing against the material on his back, seeking purchase.
He pushed her skirt to her waist as he deposited her on the narrow entry table, then lifted the back of her right thigh around his hip, pressing the erection under his denim against her bared pussy—her panties still laying on the kitchen floor where he had dispatched them earlier.
Luke felt Cassie’s fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans, heard the zipper being lowered, then felt his Levi’s pool awkwardly at his feet, his boxer briefs tugged halfway to his knees. He released her thigh, toed off his shoes and bent sideways to gruffly free his legs. She began stroking his length when he stood up straight again and grabbed her hips, kissing her hard. Arching against him to line his cock up to her pussy, she panted, “Do you have anything?”
Shit.
He purposefully didn’t.
He shook his head and muttered, “Fuck, I don’t,” and began to pull away, but she tugged him back by his cock.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” She looked up at him in anticipation, breasts heaving, waiting for his response to her unspoken question.
“I promise, I’m clean. I can even show you the results.”
That seemed to be good enough for her because she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed his cock against her opening, tugging him closer by his shirt.
In one movement, his shirt joined his jeans on the floor. Luke slid his hands over her blouse, up her sides to her shoulders, and down the length of her arms until he had laced her fingers in his, then transferred her wrists to one of his hands. Holding her wrists above her head, he looped his other arm under her thigh and pulled her against him while he buried his face in her cleavage spilling out of her top. He pressed the tip of his cock against her, moving away every time she tried to maneuver him inside her.
Bringing his mouth next to hers, he murmured, “Did you already forget who’s in charge, baby doll?”
She whimpered, “No. No, you’re in charge,” but continued to arch against him.
He chuckled as he released his hold on her wrists. “Leave them there,” he warned, then gripped his cock to stroke her slit with it.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes, I am.”
He pressed his cock harder against her, her pussy was soaked. She flexed her hips forward with her eyes closed.
Luke tsked and stilled his stroking.
Cassie’s eyes flew open, and she stared at him soberly. “Luke—”
The look on her face cautioned him not to overplay his hand, so without another word, he thrust inside her warm, inviting pussy.
She felt like fucking heaven, but also like home. As if she was made for him.
“Oh my God, Cassie. Your pussy is so tight and wet,” he growled as he drove his cock deep inside her. Each push caused her tits to jiggle, and he groaned at the sight.
Between the fact it’d been a while since he’d been with a partner, her bouncing boobs, and his cock riding bareback inside her exquisite pussy, he knew he wasn’t going to last long if he kept up this pace. He started to slow, and she swallowed hard, shaking her head.
“No, please, Luke. Please don’t stop.”
Her hands were still above her head like he’d instructed.
“You’re such a fucking good girl. Keep those ha
nds right there.”
He brought his fingers between their bodies and rubbed her clit in circles. She started to pant harder and cry out louder.
“That’s it, baby doll.”
He felt her pushing against his hand, so he increased the pressure and tempo until soon, it was almost a frantic pace.
“Come all over my cock, Cassie. Let me feel it, baby.”
He felt her pussy grip his cock tight, then she brought her hands to his shoulders and lurched forward with a scream.
The look of ecstasy on her face while her cunt quivered around his dick made him grunt like a caveman while he continued to pump into her furiously. He felt his release all the way from his toes as he came deep inside her walls with a roar.
They were both gasping, his dick still buried in her pussy, and his forehead against hers.
“Holy shit,” he heaved.
“That was… wow.”
They stayed like that, catching their breath and basking in the closeness and afterglow.
He dropped her thigh and slid out of her as he began to soften, the remnants of their orgasms trickling down his balls and her legs as she slid off the table.
Grabbing his underwear from his jeans, he wiped her legs, then her pussy before he tended to himself.
“You’re pretty fucking amazing,” he said as he pulled her skirt back down her body.
“Are you upset we didn’t wait?” she asked timidly.
“Oh, hell no. That was hot.”
“It was,” she smiled. “I just… I know you wanted to wait until after ten dates.”
“Plans change. And if I recall, the ten dates rule was initially your idea. I’m still taking you on those five dates though.”
“Just five? Then what?”
He scooped her up in his arms and headed down the hall toward what he assumed was her bedroom.
“Then we’ll see what happens.”
She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He went to open a door and felt her head shake. “That’s the guest room. The other door.”
He opened the next door and stepped through the threshold, Cassie still in his arms like a bride.
Shit, a bride.
