by M. A. Ellis
“He stood outside, looking in upon her beauty. His cock was as hard as granite and he couldn’t wait to slide his length into her heat. There was no feeling on earth that rivaled making love to a woman you craved. Whether that longing had been present for days or months or even years.”
Erin looked out into the darkness once more, brows shifting together in a little frown. He wanted to yell out that the words were the truth but he hadn’t allowed for extraneous commentary while recording.
“‘Touch yourself the way I showed you earlier. I want every part of your body flushed with anticipation. If you do satisfactorily well…if your nipples end up deliciously tight and your fingers drenched with your juice, maybe the punishment won’t be quite as severe.’”
Erin would have marveled at how well crafted Danny’s dialogue was—if her panties weren’t ready to ignite. He’d taken a scene that she thought was hot and made it ten times more erotic by having the earl watch instead of the servants. She glanced down at the twin points straining against her bra. If Danny could see her clearly, he’d already know how effective his words were. Her nipples ached. As for her being drenched and the thought of punishment—
“‘Touch yourself, Erin. Show me what you really like.’”
Her heartbeat faltered at the use of her name. He’d thought this whole thing through, it seemed. Thought about her and her book. Incorporated both. She knew, in that moment, he’d been truthful and not just throwing out hot looks, sly innuendo and patent words that might coerce her into letting him make love to her. At her age she should have been happy for someone as sexy as Danny to try to persuade her to shed her panties but the fact he’d put a little effort behind what was surely a seduction—her first—made it all the more special.
She hadn’t felt all that bold when she dropped her jeans to the floor. In fact, she was scared witless. But all the overheard conversations at the conference about “real life” inspiration had given her the boost she needed. Now, knowing he would undoubtedly offer her a night of wild lovemaking, she felt a little brazen. He was watching her. Waiting. She had no intention of letting him down.
With exaggerated slowness she moved first one foot and then the other until she was no longer standing atop a pile of denim. She bent at the waist, keeping her eyes focused on the darkness as she slid the fingertips of her right hand between her cleavage and down the front of her body. She picked up the jeans and unceremoniously tossed them toward her computer chair, not caring if they actually made it that far or fell short.
Inspiration assailed her and she reached toward the end table. She pushed the Stop button on the player. She wasn’t sure if there were any more directives coming but she didn’t need them. Not when she was embracing the sultry side she never knew existed. She didn’t actually have to masturbate. She could just run her hands here, there and everywhere and that should be fine. Exotic dancers did it all the time.
Erin grabbed one of the many elastic hair bands lying around her workspace and pulled her hair back in a ponytail as she returned to her perch in front of the window. She looked at her reflection, pleased. Her neck had always been one of her best features and she ran her fingers along each side then across her collarbone.
Taking a deep breath, she let her fingers drift to the swell of her breasts, brushing back and forth until a smidgen of desire startlingly rolled through her lower body. It brought with it a rush of another kind—one of control. The naughtiness associated with exhibitionism had always appealed to her, yet she had never voiced it. Her ex wouldn’t have understood. Not at all. But here was Danny. Playing along with her secret kink. In her mind and when she wrote her scenes, simply knowing someone watched was enough to satisfy. Now, with a living, breathing, sexy man on the other side of the glass, Erin realized she hadn’t known the true meaning of naughty.
Go for it!
She had no idea whose voice screamed that sentiment but she cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the thin cotton of her bra, and just as Danny’s voice had commanded, painfully tight peaks were the answer to her caress. She didn’t stop until the throbbing in her pussy demanded something more and she slowly rolled the distended tips between her thumbs and forefingers pinching lightly until her moan echoed through the room. The imaginary cord that connected all the pulsing parts of her body clenched and Erin bit her lip as wetness slicked her folds.
Shit.
Could she really head in that direction next? Could she touch her aching clit and not climax right before his eyes? He’d said he wanted anticipation, not completion.
She let her hands drift lower, trying to keep sexy thoughts swirling through her brain when she passed over her slightly rounded belly. She refused to think of the fact she should be doing crunches on a daily basis. Danny hadn’t run screaming from the patio so maybe he really didn’t care.
Women of substance. The thought made her smile and she arched a brow then ran her palm over her mons in a very slow circle. She’d be fine. As long as the tips of her fingers avoided her clit, she’d be fine. She found a rhythm, one that stoked the fullness building inside and she shifted her hips against the sensation.
“Oh yeah. That’s perfect.” The words escaped her lips and she heard the sound of metal scraping concrete. A second later Danny was at the door.
“Change of plans.” His voice was huskier than it had been when he was effectively seducing her under the guise of the earl. He stalked into the room, his voyeuristic perch apparently forgotten. Erin took a step backward, her heart thundering as he pulled his shirt up his body and over his head in one fluid motion. He was ripped. To the point that her mouth actually watered. Better than anything she could have dreamed or written. Better than any group-mailed half-naked image. Better than any hottie on any blog.
She watched him fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans before he splayed his large hands over her ass and yanked her lower body into his. He was rock hard and long, his thick cock nestling between her already swollen labia.
“This is perfect. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.”
He looked down into her eyes and Erin lost her breath. Desire shone there. Hot and intense. Promising. He moved one hand to grab the back of her hair and tilted her head.
“I can’t decide what to do first—go down on you or hoist you into my arms and be totally selfish and bury my cock balls-deep.”
His lips descended in a firm, unrelenting kiss that had her gripping his arms for support. When she realized he wasn’t about to let her tumble she ran her palms over his pecs, loving the little flex he offered before breaking the kiss.
“The ottoman’s looking pretty good,” she whispered.
He nipped at her neck and she thrust her pussy harder against his erection.
“Fuck that,” he growled. He dipped his big body down and hoisted her over one shoulder.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” she asked, enjoying the view of his jeans riding low on his ass as he stalked across the room.
“My best caveman impersonation. I know you dig that. I saw the book sitting on the chair. Which way’s the bedroom?”
“To the right. And they’re not that kind of cavemen,” she said, her breath hitching when the arm around her lower thighs tightened and he ran his palm over the globes of her ass. “They’re models.”
“Got it. Like the dude on the cover.” He stopped just inside the door to her bedroom. “Hit the switch, Erin. I have a feeling I’m going to like what I see.”
She barely had time to turn on the light before he walked quickly across the plush carpet and stood in front of her triple dresser.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered. “Baby, you’ve got great legs but this…this is what I’ve been dying for.
With one finger he traced the outline of her ass cheeks, two big swooping curves to the right and back toward the left, and Erin struggled against his restraint. She had never liked her ass. Thought it was way too big for the rest of her body.
“Be still
,” he ordered. His palm connected to her right cheek with a sound crack. A jolt of desire rocketed straight toward her cunt and Erin fell forward, the air whooshing from her lungs as she reached down and grabbed his hips. Her flesh stung, and just as she was about to voice that fact, he landed another firm swat to the other cheek.
Her startled gasp echoed through the room. A few breaths later she was able to slowly push herself upward until her body was nearly perpendicular with the floor.
“I love white panties,” he said in a reverent tone. A second later his hand connected again and Erin tried to wiggle her clit against his shoulder. He only held on tighter and soothed her stinging flesh with a light circular caress.
Except Erin didn’t find it soothing in the least. Each pass of his hand left her wantonly anticipating another slap.
“Do you know why?” He pulled first one side of her underwear and then the other inward until they were tucked between her ass cheeks, exposing her fully.
She remained silent. Waiting.
“Because they always let a man know the truth.”
His short nails barely scored the skin of one globe and Erin tightened her glutes, the motion making her clit ache all the more. She had the urge to beg him to rip her panties from her body and finger her. Just as she was. Propped against his shoulder.
“Simple white panties let a man know that he’s doing something the woman he wants to fuck is enjoying.” He dipped his finger and ran it down the seam of her pussy lips, the tip of his finger stopping just shy of her clit, and Erin bit her lip. “It lets him know he’s doing something right.”
He wiggled his finger against her heat, his knuckle and the wad of silk beneath it pressing into her opening and Erin groaned.
“Mmmm. Look at that.” He moved his hand and traced what was surely a wet spot, his finger barely touching her labia. “Am I doing something you like or should I stop?”
“Oh my god,” she said, trying to arch her back as he brushed his finger over her clit and began to slowly rub her. “You’re doing everything right.”
Just as quickly as he had put her over his shoulder, he popped her body upward and lowered her slowly toward the floor. Before her feet could touch the ground, he held her at eye level.
“So you don’t want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
“Say it,” he ordered.
His commanding tone should have had her hackles rising. But it didn’t. It had the completely opposite effect.
“I don’t want you to stop, Danny,” she replied in a firm voice
He touched his forehead to hers and spoke softly.
“That’s perfect because I don’t intend to.”
Erin brought their mouths together, kissing him with a passion that surprised her. Despite the aura of dominance he was projecting he let her control the caress, let her have her way until she finally pulled her head away.
“You liked when I swatted your ass. Maybe we can try focusing solely on that another night. What do you think?”
Another night?
“Are you down with everything you write about or are some things strictly fantasy on your part?”
Erin didn’t know where he was headed, and her mind was still wrapping itself around the fact he had all but said this wasn’t going to be a one-night stand, so she answered honestly.
“I really haven’t been a sexual adventurer, Danny. I’m pretty boring.”
“I beg to differ. You’d have gotten yourself off for me in your office if my cock hadn’t demanded I stand up and let it be heard.”
“Your cock speaks?” She laughed.
“Oh yeah, honey. Loud and clear and at the most inopportune times.”
“That’s weird. I can’t hear it. Maybe you should let me slide down to the floor for a better listen?” She’d love to run her hands over his erection. It was plastered between their bodies so she had a pretty good idea of its size. She’d stroke him then suck him. How long had it been since she’d run her tongue along the sensitive underside of a primed penis?
“No way, tease. I want to throw out an addendum to that scene where the earl’s kneeling between your thighs, fingers in valiant search of your G-spot.”
He walked her backward and set her down on the side of the bed.
“They’re not my thighs, they’re my character’s thighs,” she replied.
“Really?” He arched a brow and quickly pushed his jeans over his hips, allowing her first unencumbered view of his cock. Sizeable and thick and jutting out from a nicely trimmed thatch of pubic hair. Her gaze drifted to his perfectly shaved balls and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip, tilting her head backward to look him in the eye.
“Honesty, Erin. First and foremost…” He placed his palm in the dead center of her chest and pushed. Her back hit the mattress and she quickly struggled to her elbows. “Those scenes you’ve written? I’m thinking they’ve got to be all your fantasies. I’m prayin’ that, after all these years, you’ll let me make them come true.”
He was on his knees and had her ass to the edge of the bed before she knew what happened. She didn’t have time to worry about him spreading her thighs wide, placing one heel on the wooden side rail and hooking her other leg over his arm.
“Fuck, your pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to taste you but if we’re going to follow the earl’s lead…open your mouth.”
He rubbed his index finger along her bottom lip and Erin opened, sucking on his finger like some wanton porn star. He brushed it back and forth across her tongue and saliva pooled. She stroked him, licking his digit as she would his cock, swirling around it until he pulled his slicked finger free, his gaze never leaving her as he zeroed in with amazing precision on her opening. Slowly he slid into her tightness and she let her eyes drift shut at the gloriousness of being stretched.
“Holy shit,” he barely whispered. Then cleared his throat. “The earl seemed to be a manual master. Tell me if I don’t live up.”
He wiggled his finger and then began slowly advancing and retreating, never pulling fully out of her sheath. When he added another finger, her low, drawn-out moan filled the room.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He was working a magic that she’d never known and her eyes flew open when he probed a particularly receptive area. She looked at him and he simply smiled—a little cocky but completely endearing. He held her gaze, his fingers stoking a fire, the fullness blossoming in her lower body. She clutched at the comforter, not sure she wanted him to continue.
“Oh geez,” she groaned.
“Oh geez?” He snorted. “Babe, I think we can do better than that.”
Fingers slowing, he lowered his head between her thighs and ran his tongue up one side of her pussy until he reached her clit. With featherlight strokes he focused on the little cap of skin covering her nub. Up and over, back and forth until the throbbing intensified and she shifted her hips in an attempt to have him press harder.
“Be still.” His hot breath brushed her pussy, then his mouth gently latched on to her clit. He feasted on her nub with light, tiny pulses that went on for what seemed like forever and had her pleading with him to please, please, please thrust his fingers faster. In answer he pulled her clit against his teeth, not releasing the suction, and her body tensed in anticipation.
She didn’t want to move, afraid that if she did, the deliciousness of the moment would be lost. She waited for his tongue to touch her but what she received was a hundred times better. His fingers finally resumed their motion, firmly stroking her inner wall as he increased the suction of his lips, never completely releasing her clit. It was maddening, the building of tension both inside and out. She shifted her leg upward on his arm to pull him closer but his body stayed just where it was, refusing her silent request.
“Ooooh fuck,” she moaned, her thighs starting to shake.
The hand between her thighs picked up its pace, thrusting quicker. Harder. She’d have been worried about the aggression if the wil
d pulsing in her pussy hadn’t flamed to the point of near explosion. Her entire body began to quiver and she dropped back flat onto the bed, trying to mentally hold on to each mind-boggling sensation.
“Ready to come for me, Erin?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her lips suddenly dry.
He hooked her other leg over his biceps, moving his free hand low on her belly. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and pressed the heel of his hand into her flesh, and the fullness stretching her insides escalated until she arched her back, hanging on the brink of orgasm.
“I’ve waited years to watch this,” he said hoarsely.
His thumb took the place of his mouth and he buffed her clit, hooking his fingers at the same time, and a blinding flash of pure, raw desire assailed her.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Erin. Let it all go for me.”
She closed her eyes and the fullness consumed her as her orgasm exploded, desire seeping from her very core as she called his name over and over.
He eased his fingers from her sheath and she grabbed his wrist. The thrumming of her heart echoed in her ears and she opened her eyes and met his desirous stare.
“I want more,” she brazenly whispered. “I want you, Danny.”
He pulled his arm from her grasp and stood, grabbed her under the arms and maneuvered her fully onto the bed. She looked up at him through half-closed lids and opened her arms. He was nearly in her embrace when he halted and a look of worry crossed his face.
“Shit.” He looked over his shoulder, paused, and turned back to her. “Condom?”
She wasn’t sure if he was asking if she had one or if he needed one and she raised her brows in confusion.
