by Joya Ryan
His hips crashed against her ass, and never had a pussy gripped him like hers, like a wet fist begging for more.
His instinct took over. The instinct to possess her. Own her. Mark her. All of it. He just wanted her to feel him long after their time was done.
He cupped her throat in one hand. He wanted to see all of her when she came apart. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and hoisted her up until her feet were off the ground.
She was so small compared to him. Her sexy little body shuddered, and she clawed at his forearm, trying to hang on. He wanted to tell her he had her. Wouldn’t let her fall.
“Yes, yes, oh please,” she begged.
He reached up to her face and caressed her cheek.
He felt her sheath tighten around him, milking and sucking at him like her pussy was greedy for more.
He couldn’t help but give it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back as he surged into her, and with that, she went over the edge of pleasure and took her with him.
Gritting his teeth, he came hard, all while keeping his eyes on her, watching her whole body take his. The only thing of his he could see were his arms surrounding her and the peek of his eyes over her shoulder as he lost himself to the woman that he feared was taking him to the brink of a lot more than pleasure.
…
Ava tried to breathe, but it was hard. Myth held her like she weighed no more than a doll, and he was still buried deep within her. He’d simply picked her up and fit them together how he wanted. And nothing had ever felt so good. She wished she could have seen what he was seeing. She knew they were in front of the mirror, and she could only imagine how erotic that looked.
She flashed to the way Nolan’s blue eyes had looked at her in that very mirror just moments ago…
No, she wouldn’t think of Nolan now. She’d given him the choice of how to go about tonight, and he’d left it all to Myth. And so that was who she’d think about, who she’d be with completely. That was who her body belonged to while she was here. He’d more than earned that right by reading her needs and taking her to new heights.
Myth withdrew from her and set her back on her shaky feet. But not for too long. He picked her right back up, the way Prince Charming would a damsel, and walked with her. The cool sheets of the bed hit her back as he laid her down. His hand rested on her stomach for a moment, then trailed away.
“Are you leaving already?” she asked, panic in her voice. She hadn’t meant to sound so needy, but she didn’t want the night to end, not when she thought they’d just started.
She heard him scoff low, then he grabbed her hand and raised it to cup his neck. He shook his head, and she felt the motion. He was telling her no. He wasn’t leaving.
Her heart settled.
“Good. I’m glad,” she said.
He moved away from her. She heard him walk around, the sound of plastic and rustle of clothes, a drawer opening and closing from the small hutch she remembered seeing in the corner. He was discarding the condom and shedding whatever clothing he had left.
She waited. Her core already throbbing for more.
His weight dipped the bed when he climbed on with her. She reached for him, but he caught her hands and placed them on the bed by her sides. So he didn’t want her touching him. That made her chest sink a bit.
She could feel how strong he was from the brushes of his skin against hers. When he was between her thighs, she felt his muscles flex against her. But tonight, he didn’t want her to reach out. Last time, he’d bound her wrists. Maybe he wanted anonymity as much as she did?
That didn’t mean her body wasn’t starting to grow needy for his touch. His power. His care.
This was inside the scene. As long as the blindfold was on, she could feel whatever she wanted, but when it was done, so was the scene. The real world waited outside. She wouldn’t waste her time thinking of that real world now, while she was in her fantasy.
“I assume you spoke with Nolan?” she whispered when she felt his breath hover over her nipple. She arched and reached out for contact he didn’t give. “Are you going to take me again?”
He sucked her nipple into his mouth quickly, then swirled his tongue and that barbell around the stiff point.
She moaned. “I’m going to assume that’s a yes.”
He sucked her nipple, hard and quick, once more. Definitely a yes. This could be a game she could get on board with. Nolan might not have prepped her tonight, but he had the other night when it came to talking dirty. Now it was her turn to say what she wanted.
“You came already,” she said. He bit her nipple, and she squeaked, smiled, and flashed with more lust. “I was just wondering if you can again?”
A low growl broke from his throat, and he thrust his hard cock against her thigh. Wow. The guy rebounded quickly.
“Good. Because I want to feel it again.” She leaned up on her elbows and licked her lips, inviting him to take her mouth. She wanted to taste him so bad.
His fingertip skimmed her bottom lip. She opened and sucked the entire digit inside. Another low groan came from him. He withdrew his finger and was on her in record time. But it wasn’t his cock he shoved at her mouth, it was his own lips.
He kissed her hard. Cupped her face. The vibration of his tortured, animalistic groan boomed down her throat. He flicked his tongue, drank her down, as if he couldn’t get enough of just kissing her. He kissed her the way he would kiss a lover he’d known for longer than two sessions. Like a lover he cared for.
She hadn’t felt this conflicted since her lunch with Nolan. She’d known this experience would awaken her to new sides of herself, but she hadn’t expected it to awaken the parts of herself she’d thought discarded. She’d come here to escape the temptation of emotion, yet twice now, for two different men, she’d felt the urge to open herself to something more than this purely sexual experience.
She kissed him back, wanted to touch him, throw her arms around him, and pull him down. Cradle him between her thighs. But before she could, he backed away.
He tapped her bottom lip with his finger as if in awe or in warning. In a split second, he grabbed her hips and flipped her to her stomach. He threw her skirt up over her ass and pulled her up so that she was on all fours and in front of him. He ran that thick, heavy cock along her ass.
He was asking again.
“Yes. I’m new to this,” she admitted, even though Nolan had already told him. She felt the need to say it herself.
She was still nervous. Not of being hurt, but the unknown. She was giving everything—like she’d said she would, like she’d said she wanted—to a man she couldn’t see.
It should be perfect. It was perfect. Yet Nolan’s face flashed in her mind once more.
She shook her head.
He paused. Had he seen her motion?
“I’m ready,” she said, thinking he’d misinterpreted her actions. “Please, just take me. I don’t want to think anymore.”
He ran a hand down her spine, and she arched into it like a stray animal begging for a single touch. She spread her knees a little wider, offering up everything.
His fingers ran from the small of her back, down her most private areas. He buried a finger inside her sheath, which was already dripping from her previous orgasm. She loved the feel of him. When any part of him was inside her, she couldn’t think, couldn’t reason or acknowledge the world. She didn’t want to. She just wanted to feel.
He pumped in and out of her opening with his finger, and an orgasm was slowly building when she felt a cool liquid drip onto her ass. Then she felt pressure from his thumb against the rosette.
Slow. So agonizingly slow it was burning her up. The sensation was new. Not bad, not good, but new. She didn’t know what to make of it.
He added more lubrication, his thumb pushed past the barrier, and she gasped.
He stilled his fingers. She felt full, felt naughty, felt wanton.
The sensation was foreign and…good.
So go
od she licked her lips and rocked back just enough to take a little more.
He growled and stilled her with his free hand.
“It feels so good,” she told him, trying to rock back again, but he prevented it once more. She huffed with impatience. “You won’t break me. I want more. Now.”
A whoosh of air sounded, and then the sting of his hand slapping her ass echoed in the room. She hissed, but it only added to her desire.
He withdrew his thumb, then pressed back in while grinding his cock against the back of her thigh.
“I’m aware you’re bigger,” she said, picking up on what he was trying to warn her about. She thought again about what Nolan had told her during their dirty talking session. She needed to be specific. “I want your cock.”
His deep breath hit the back of her shoulders. He withdrew completely from her body, then returned with more liquid. This time she felt a long finger slowly push inside. After a few strokes, a second finger joined. It was the most lit up she’d ever felt. She hadn’t known what to expect with ass play, but she hadn’t expected to like it this much.
The slight sting mixed with the overwhelming fullness was heady and sexy, and she just wanted more.
A sound of cellophane ripping and rolling as he put a condom on made her skin buzz with even more awareness. This was going to happen. She felt like a virgin again. Only this time, she was ready for what was coming. Wanted it. And would get it, on her terms.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax. His hand trailed down her back and rubbed her cheeks. Then he spread her wide and slowly pushed his cock against her opening.
Oh God…he was much bigger than the fingers.
Another deep breath.
He nudged further, and the head of his cock pushed past her tight ring and made her eyes water from the sting. She didn’t know if she could take more. This was what he was being careful about. Slowly, he guided himself into her, gently surged past the stinging spot, and sheathed himself completely.
“Ah!” She gasped and choked on the shock of feeling him go this deep.
He remained still and let her adjust. His hands shook on her hips, as if trying to hold himself back from whatever instinct was driving him.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. In fact, it felt better now that he was fully nestled inside her. When he pulled back, then gently thrust forward again, nerves she hadn’t even known existed sparked with dark pleasure.
He did it again. Slow. Then again. Fucking her ass with care but driving her wild with every movement.
She didn’t know what to feel. Her body was screaming for more.
“Full…I feel so full…but so empty,” she said. Her core was contracting around nothing, begging for stimulation and growing wetter by the second while his impressive cock brought out desires in a totally different way.
He pressed on her shoulders and made her rest her head on the bed with her ass high in the air. He took one of her hands and coaxed her to reach back, put her fingers over her clit, and rub.
She wanted his touch, but her words died in her throat, because his finger instantly disappeared into her pussy and filled her up.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried.
He was all over her, in her, in every way. She couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to. He started picking up the pace. Fucking her harder, faster. His length slipped from her body just as his fingers plunged deep, then reversed. Back and forth, she was never not filled by him.
She rubbed her clit with the hand he’d placed there, and in moments she was done for. Her body exploded from pleasure she’d never known existed.
She felt his dick twitch, and a low groan broke from his throat as he came right behind her. Her knees couldn’t hold out. She collapsed to the bed, breathing hard, and Myth was right there with her. Kissing her shoulders, her neck, her hair. His muscular chest was against her, and a slickness of sweat coated them. She’d never felt anything so raw and passionate in her life.
He littered kisses along her spine as he slowly moved away from her body. With a final touch of his hand, he brushed a lock of hair away from her face. Though she couldn’t see him, she looked up to where he was and smiled.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
His hand disappeared from her face, and the sound of the door opening and closing echoed in her ears.
It was over.
Chapter Ten
“Okay everyone,” Gina said, winding down another Monday meeting. “A team from Xspot Inc. will be here in two weeks to hear our marketing strategy. Let’s all be prepared.”
Two weeks. Ava had two weeks to come up with something great and get Xspot to hire their firm to handle their marketing. If her mind wasn’t on sex enough, especially after this past Saturday, when Myth had opened her eyes to a whole other kind of sex, she was now knee-deep in all things risqué.
“Ava, how’s the proposal coming?” Gina asked, walking in step with her back to her office.
“Going well. I have the data they provided from last quarter. Some strategies I have in mind could work. I’m still doing some tweaking since they’re not the ‘average’ client.”
“Excellent, I can’t wait to see what you come up with,” Gina said, and then left Ava to sit back at her desk.
As Ava pulled her chair in, her phone buzzed with a text from Nolan.
On a scale of 1 to 10 hungries…how hungry are you?
She smiled. She could almost hear his voice, and all the charm that dripped from it, even in a text.
It was just after five, and she was packing up for the day. She’d been excited to spend a quiet night alone, but now she had an invitation from Nolan. Tempting? Yes. A problem? That, too.
After the other night with Myth, things were heating up. But this had gone beyond the purely erotic experience she’d come to Serve for. Thoughts of Myth were trickling over into her normal life, while thoughts of Nolan were trickling into her time with Myth.
It was getting on the verge of foggy.
She needed some perspective, but she couldn’t talk to Myth. That left Nolan. She’d have to take the risk that discussing this with him wouldn’t blur the issue further.
She sent him a text.
I’m a solid seven and growing ravenous by the minute.
His response came quickly.
Ravenous huh? Please God tell me you want company. Ravenous is something I can work with.
She smiled and shot him a reply.
Depends on the type of food we’re talking…
She wasn’t sure what she expected him to say, but he didn’t keep her waiting.
Whipped cream and chocolate sauce?
She laughed and wrote back:
While that sounds good…maybe add something with some protein?
She only realized the naughty implications of her text after she’d hit send, but thankfully, Nolan didn’t rub it in too hard.
You can count on me. ;)
Another smile broke when she saw the little winky face he put with the last text. She could count on him? She shook her head. He was bringing food. That’s all. She just needed to be careful with this whole feeling thing. She felt pleasure with Myth. Simple. She felt happy with Nolan. Simple. But they both got her hot.
Not so simple.
Another incoming text lit up her phone:
So was that an invitation?
She thought for a moment. Was it? Inviting him to her house was tricky. She liked Nolan’s company, and the guy knew how to push her buttons in every good way possible, while Myth literally pushed every button she physically had and left her panting for more.
But Nolan and Myth were both just doing their job. For Nolan, she was his charge, a client in need of his protection. And for Myth, she was an anonymous lover owed nothing more than sex. For both of them, she was one among many.
She danced around his question and sent another text.
My night involves relaxing and PJs. Not the glamorous night you’re used to at the club, I’m sure.
Nolan’s response came within seconds.
Is. That. An. Invitation?
Should have known he would call her out. He was nothing if not blunt. Would he really want to come over to her tiny apartment and just hang out instead of being at Serve with some hot woman or God knew what else a muscular Greek god like himself could be doing with his evenings?
She typed out another text.
You’re welcome if you want to come over. Don’t expect a party, though.
His response took a few moments, but it was as wry as ever.
I’d love to not party with you. But I need a direct answer.
She sighed and answered:
Please Nolan, come over. I want you to hang out with me so bad.
Hopefully her exaggerated tone came through in text, even though she couldn’t help but smile.
Finally, his answer came.
Best text ever. I’m there. I’ll bring the best carbo-loaded food for us too since you’re such a gracious hostess. See you soon, sweetheart.
She laughed at the last text. Her night was looking up. She found herself excited to spend time with Nolan.
After a long subway ride, two flights of stairs, and a stop in her bedroom to drop her stuff, she finally had her yoga pants and tank top on and was ready to relax. A knock came at the door, and she didn’t realize until she gripped the knob that she’d skipped from her room to the front door.
When she opened the door, her smile faded.
“Ava Webber?” the UPS guy asked.
“Yes.”
He handed her a large box. She set it down near the door and signed for the package.
“Have a good night,” he said and left.
She bent to open the box, and her eyes widened when she realized what it was: an array of sex toys, lube, flavored panties, and lingerie. It was from Xspot Inc., a sample of the products she had to work her entire pitch around.
“Holy shit, sweetheart,” Nolan said. He was standing a few steps from her in the hallway and staring at the box in front of her. A wide grin split his face. “I thought you said not to expect a party.”
