Fighter in Lingerie

by Penelope Sky

  This woman had the nicest rack I’d ever seen.

  I pulled her tight jeans off her body, left her socks on, and then moved for the royal blue thong on her hips. I dragged it down, staring between her legs at the slit my hand could never recreate. The idea of finding new pussy to satisfy me while she was gone was laughable. There was no other woman who compared to this goddess. They all looked like hags, even Ruby, who was considered to be one of the most beautiful women in my circle. I left Carmen’s necklace on, slightly distracted by the way it reflected the light from the ceiling. I wanted to know where she got it, but my cock was more interested in being reunited with its home. I pushed my sweatpants and boxers down to my knees then lowered myself between her legs. I didn’t kick off the clothes entirely because I was too anxious to be inside this woman.

  Her head rested on my pillow, and her curls spread out everywhere. Her green eyes were on fire, her full lips pursed and ready for my kiss. Her nipples hardened once my warm body covered hers. She bit her bottom lip in the sexiest way, preparing for the cock she’d missed so much.

  My powerful arms locked behind her knees, and I settled on top of her, the head of my cock finding her opening from memory. I gently pushed inside her, breaking through her initial tightness, and then I slowly sank into her wetness until my balls gave a gentle tap against her ass.

  The pleasure was so overwhelming that I closed my eyes for a brief moment, treasuring just how well her pussy fit me like a glove. It was like her slit was made for my cock, the perfect place for my dick to settle down.

  She was breathing hard for me, her sexy nipples sharp. One hand cupped the back of my head, while the other gripped my biceps. She was already on the verge of climaxing, judging by the redness in her cheeks and fireworks in her eyes. “Mmm…” Just that single sound drove me wild. So subtle and so sexy.

  Jesus.

  My hips started to thrust, moving at a slow speed I never used with other women. It was gentle, even delicate. I took my time as I reveled in her completely before I pulled out. I felt her again, taking the time to memorize the way her slickness coated me. I was drooling from the tip, in a place I could only describe as heaven.

  She brought my face to hers and kissed me, kissed me so gently that her lips started to tremble. She kept her body still, letting me sink into her over and over again. Only her lips and fingers moved, as if too much stimulation would make her explode. “Babe, I missed you…” She kissed me harder, giving me her sexy tongue.

  My cock twitched inside her, so turned on by the words she said. It wasn’t dirty talk the way I usually liked. This was much deeper, confessional. Hearing her call me a possessive name and admit she missed me was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. It was much better than anything else I’d ever heard from a woman.

  She kept kissing me. “I can tell you missed me too…” She squeezed my hips with her thighs.

  We were moving so slowly together, but it somehow created the best sensation between our bodies. Just being inside her was all the stimulation I needed. If this were some other woman, I would say she was boring in the sack, and I would just finish. But Carmen could lie there and do absolutely nothing, and it was still the best sex I’d ever had. “You don’t even know, Beautiful.”

  She kept kissing me while she felt my big dick stretch her deep and wide. She kept getting wetter, wetter than she’d ever been before. There was so much slickness that my dick could barely handle it. “I’m gonna come, babe.” She stopped our kiss long enough to tell me something I already knew. She looked me in the eye, her green eyes fearless.

  I stopped kissing her so I could hold her gaze, witness the beautiful performance she was about to put on for me. I didn’t use to care that much about watching a woman come. I didn’t get off on it like most men did. But watching her enjoy me, crumble around my dick, was my favorite part of the ride. No other man had pleased her the way I had. No other man made her fall apart so beautifully. I was immensely proud of my performance, wanting this woman to get as much pleasure as she gave me.

  She held my gaze as she came, sometimes biting her bottom lip and sometimes cutting her nails into my biceps. Her body shivered slightly, and her thighs squeezed me tightly. Her hips slightly bucked involuntarily, and her beautiful moans filled my bedroom and were absorbed into the walls. “God…yes.” She dug her heels into my ass, keeping me pressed against her until she was completely done.

  I wasn’t going anywhere.

  When she finished, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. She was coated in light beads of sweat even though she was lying there taking my big dick. She looked so perfect, fucked to satisfaction. “Your turn.” She gripped my ass with her hand and pulled me into her harder.

  “No.” I wanted to keep pleasing her, remind her what she’d been missing while she was gone.

  She pouted her lips. “I miss your come…”

  Jesus Christ. A bolt of lightning struck my spine, and my cock immediately thickened at her admission. I’d never given my come to a woman before, and now it was all I ever wanted to do. I didn’t just want to come so I could climax. I wanted to put my seed inside her, to know I was still within her pussy even when my dick was gone.

  “Please…”

  Fuck. Now she was begging for it. “Yes, Beautiful.” I widened her legs so I had plenty of room to obey her orders. My cock moved through her slickness over and over, and I only needed a few more pumps until I hit the edge. I sheathed myself to the base and came inside her with a loud grunt, my hips bucking slightly as I pumped everything inside her.

  “Yes…yes.” She dragged her nails down my back, making my orgasm more intense from the bite of her nails. “So good.”

  I throbbed inside her until I finished, my seed completely pumped into her. I stayed in there for an extra moment, letting myself soften before I pulled out of her. I wanted to make sure I didn’t spill a single drop. I wanted it to sit inside her as long as possible, to keep her warm and full.

  I lay beside her and watched her close her eyes. She didn’t even move, still on her back. She rested her hand on her belly and the other on the sheets beside her.

  We hadn’t said more than a few words to each other, but it was obvious she was already knocked out. Now that she was satisfied and beside me, her exhaustion took over and she drifted off instantly. Her breathing changed until it was deep and even, and she parted her lips as she began to breathe through her mouth.

  I watched her for a long time, finding her even more beautiful when she was asleep than when she was awake. She told me she needed me beside her to sleep, so I didn’t move. I opened my nightstand and grabbed the book I’d been reading and got comfortable.

  She suddenly turned on her side and cuddled with me, her legs tucked between my knees and her arm across my stomach. She sighed happily, still asleep.

  My fingers ran through her hair as I read my book. Her smell surrounded me, and her diamond necklace pressed against my skin. Instead of reading the words on the page, I stared down at her, seeing the tranquil expression on her face. The book wasn’t nearly as interesting as this woman, so I set it aside and stared at her instead.

  And waited for her to wake up.

  A few hours later, she woke up pressed into my side. She gave me a squeeze, her hands checking to make sure I was real. She gave a happy sigh before her eyes opened. Her lips kissed my chest before she lifted her gaze to look at me, her eyes less puffy now that she’d gotten some sleep. “You watched me this whole time?”

  My fingers kept caressing her hair. “Yes.”

  “You didn’t get bored?”

  I’d never been more entertained. “No.”

  She gave a slight smile before she sat up and looked at the time. “I should stay awake until bedtime. Otherwise, my sleeping pattern will be totally off.” She wiped the sleep from her eyes before she lay down again, as if her will to get up had evaporated.

  I turned on my side so I could get closer to her. I pulled he
r into my chest and placed her leg over my hip. Our faces were close together, our eyes at the same level. She smelled like a mixture of her perfume and my cologne, and that was the perfect scent for a woman who belonged to me. “You were out right away.”

  “Well, I haven’t slept in two days.”

  “And what did you do all night?” Imagining Carmen touching herself while thinking about me was innately arousing.

  “I drank wine and ate cheese. Probably gained a few pounds because of it.”

  It wasn’t the sexy answer I was looking for, but it made me smile. “Sounds like you had a good time.”

  “I did. It was nice to spend time with my family. It’s rare for all of us to be together at one time. There’s just so many of us now…” She stroked her fingers down my chiseled arm, feeling my biceps and triceps.

  “The wedding was nice?”

  “It was perfect. My brother is really happy. She’s turned him into a better man.”

  A good woman would do that.

  “And my parents are happy…but also sad. Things are changing, and watching their son get married and start his own family was a little heartbreaking. But they live right down the road, so I’m sure they’ll still see him all the time.”

  Most of the Barsettis lived close to one another. Carmen was the only exception. It was impressive that all of them gathered that close to each other. Most family members needed a lot more space to stay sane. “I’m glad you had a good time since you won’t be seeing them again for a long time.”

  Her eyes smiled because she knew what I meant by that. “I’m not in any hurry to leave, so don’t worry.”

  Like I would ever let her go. Perhaps she thought I was joking, but I was being dead serious. Two and a half days was too long. I couldn’t spare any more time apart. She could have lunch or dinner with them, but that was it.

  My eyes glanced down to the flawless diamond around her neck. “Who gave that to you?” I tried not to get jealous, to imagine some family friend working for her affection. He could be in the wine business, some wealthy restaurant owner her father adored. He got to stare at her throughout the entire wedding and show off his wealth by giving her a beautiful and thoughtful piece of jewelry. Since my men couldn’t watch her, I had no idea who was there. Carmen probably looked gorgeous in a gown with her hair done. I was sure she outshone the bride with no contest.

  Her fingers gently touched the rose pendant. “My father.”

  All the jealousy evaporated from my blood, the relief taking over. I tried to hide the look on my face as best as I could, but I knew Carmen could read me pretty well.

  “He said he won’t be the man who can give me diamonds much longer…so he gave this to me before the wedding. I love it.” She kept fingering it for a moment before she let it go. “My father isn’t the most thoughtful man, so when he does do things like this, it’s very sweet.”

  I was no longer jealous, but the reminder of her close relationship with her family bummed me out. She was loyal to them, and they were loyal to her. Her family would never approve of me—because they weren’t stupid. I would never be good enough for Carmen Barsetti—and I knew it. “It’s beautiful. Beautiful like you.” My fingers moved through her hair, and I focused on her eyes, forgetting the necklace that reminded me Carmen would never truly be mine.

  Her hands moved into my hair, and she kissed me, kissed me like there wasn’t a load of come sitting inside her at that moment. She pressed her sexy body against mine, her nipples dragging against my hard body and bringing my cock to life. “I want more of you…”

  Now that Carmen was back in my bed, I was able to focus on other aspects of my life. I had a business to run, and that was impossible to do if I was thinking about pussy nonstop. I didn’t have as much sex when I was single as I did with Carmen, but ironically, I craved sex even more. It didn’t matter how satisfied I was—it was never enough.

  While Carmen was at work, Ronan came by my penthouse. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, an outfit I hardly saw him wear. The only time I saw him was at work, and he was usually in a suit like I was.

  He stepped off the elevator and scanned the room. “Is your toy here?”

  “She’s at work.” I walked up to him and embraced him with a gentle pat on the shoulder. I was working on my relationship with my brother, trying to be more than just coworkers. I couldn’t remember a time when we hugged, but it seemed too soon for that. A pat on the shoulder was more contact than we’d had in years.

  He mirrored the affection and did the same to me, a smile in his eyes. “Where does she work?”

  “She owns a flower shop.”

  “Really?” he asked, grinning. “That’s cute.” He moved to a seat on the couch and got comfortable on the leather cushion. “Suits her well.”

  “It does.”

  “And that’s pretty impressive that she owns her own business. I could tell the woman was smart, but she continues to impress me.” He looked around the room, as if he was searching for something. “You got a cigar?”

  “No smoking in the penthouse.”

  “Really?” he asked, cringing. “That sucks.”

  “Smoke when you leave.” I didn’t even have cigars because I quit a few weeks ago. After Carmen asked me to, I listened. Hearing her admit she cared about me was more than enough motivation to keep me smoke-free. “So, what brings you here?”

  “They’ve decided to hold a high-stakes game tonight. Five players. We’ve got four seats filled, but they’re holding the last one for you. Do you want in? Or are you going to pass?”

  “What’s the buy-in?”

  “Twenty-five million.”

  I loved high-stakes poker games. They didn’t happen often, at least not at my level. Men liked to play for a few million, not tens of millions. It was too enticing to pass up. I’d always been a gambling man, and I would never change my ways. Thankfully, I made so much money that my losses weren’t devastating—not that I lost often. “I’m in.”

  He grinned. “I knew you wouldn’t say no.”

  I had to work tonight anyway. I didn’t want to stand aside and watch the others have a good time. I loved the tension, the suffocating intensity. We were constantly trying to decipher each other’s moves while we were at the mercy of the random stack of cards. There was no foretelling what might happen.

  “Bringing your lady?”

  I’d already brought her once, and she wasn’t a huge fan of the casino. But I loved having her on my arm, loved making every man in that building hate me even more than they already did. We had incredible sex on the leather couch in my office then slept there until morning. Besides, she wouldn’t be sleeping the entire time I was gone, so she might as well come with me. “Yes.”

  “Great. I like you better when you’re with her.”

  “Didn’t realize my company was so unbearable,” I said sarcastically.

  “Think about it.” Ronan leaned back against the couch, getting comfortable even though he’d only been there a handful of times. “This is the first time we’ve connected in five years—and you happen to be seeing her.”

  “Our relationship has nothing to do with Carmen. I care about you whether or not she’s in the picture.”

  “Yeah, but she softens you a bit. She makes you better.”

  I couldn’t deny that part. I’d never felt an ounce of any kind of emotion until she came into the picture. I never talked about my mom with anyone, but I opened up to her so easily. I admitted things I’d been too ashamed to say out loud.

  Ronan didn’t press me for an agreement, knowing exactly what my silence meant. “So are you gonna make me lunch or what?”

  I rolled my eyes and stood up. “How’s salmon?”

  “As long as it’s food, I’ll eat it.”

  When Carmen came home, the first thing we did was hit the bedroom. I took her from behind, holding on to her hips as I thrust into her so hard she screamed. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pressed her into the sh
eets, her ass high in the air and her back curved at the sexiest angle. I liked fucking her slow and easy, but I also liked fucking her like this—like I owned her.

  We had dinner afterward then watched TV on the couch. She was in my t-shirt with the remote in her hand.

  I was reading a book.

  “I didn’t know you liked to read.”

  I shut the book and set it on the table, knowing I had to get ready for work. “It’s a hobby I picked up late in life.”

  “Pretty sexy.”

  I turned to her, the corner of my mouth raised in a smile. “Really?”

  “Definitely. But then again, I think you look sexy no matter what you do.”

  Good answer.

  She smiled at me as she leaned against the couch, her eyes lit up and the most beautiful green color.

  I rose to my feet and stretched my arms.

  Her smile immediately dropped. “You’re going to work, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.” She dreaded these nights because it affected her sleep. She wasn’t afraid that something would happen to me and I wouldn’t come home. She just hated not having me in her bed. “But I want you to come with me.”

  “Tonight?” she asked incredulously.

  “Yes. I’m playing in a high-stakes game tonight.”

  “What does that mean?” She looked so sexy in my shirt that I wished she could wear that to the casino tonight.

  “The buy-in is twenty-five million.”

  Her jaw instantly fell open. “Jesus Christ, that’s insane.”

  That was nothing to a man like me. “I want you at my side.”

  “Won’t I distract you?”

  “Not at all.” Feeling her hands on me calmed me, made me feel more alive. Her affection would only heighten my senses—and inflate my ego. Increased confidence led to better decisions. Better decisions led to better wins. “Come on.”

  “I feel like I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

  The context of our relationship hadn’t changed. She was mine for three months. She did what I asked—because she had to. I didn’t say that to her, letting my intense stare do it for me. “You won’t be sleeping while I’m gone, so you might as well.” She would lie on this couch with a blanket draped over her legs, listening for the sound of the elevator.