Still pressed to her front, he dug his keys out of his pocket. His fingers fumbled with the lock, but finally, he got the door open. She stumbled into his large, empty foyer and he entered behind her, then turned and locked the door.
Slowly, he turned back to face her. She still had that look on her face, like a frightened rabbit aware she’d been spotted by a predator. She was also turned on beyond belief. A blind man would have noticed that.
“Take off your coat,” he ordered, his voice deep and hard.
Her hands shook as she rushed to obey. The heavy fabric fell to the floor, leaving her standing before him in nothing more than her strappy black heels and that insane dress. Even from five feet away he could see the outline of her nipples against the soft fabric.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”
She gasped and quickly complied, heading to the nearest wall.
Hell, she looked so fucking irresistible, her hands pressed against the wall like it was the only thing supporting her. She craned her head to see him, her lips parting to suck in a breath.
He stalked toward her, keeping his movements slow and purposeful. Increasing the tension as she anxiously awaited his touch.
When he was right in front of her, he reached out to palm the luscious curves of her generous ass.
She moaned and threw her head back. “James.”
“Spread your legs.” He thrust his leg between her thighs to punctuate his command, and she obeyed. “Wider, baby. Like you want something in between them.”
She whimpered and spread her legs farther.
He pulled on her hips so that her ass thrust back toward him and lifted her dress to her waist.
“Fuck me, Lyssa. Your ass is insane.”
She let out a giggle and wiggled it.
Choking out a laugh, he lightly spanked one of her ass cheeks. “Stop that, unless you want a cock buried in it.”
When she sucked in a breath and froze, color forming on her cheeks, he came to the startling realization that the thought turned her on. “You ever done that, baby?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Hmm…well, we’ll get to it. Later.”
Right now he needed inside the tight little channel that even now beckoned to him, glistening in the light streaming in through the windows of his adjacent living room.
“Stay right there.” Giving into impulse, he wiggled out of his jacket and undid his belt and zipper, then took his dick out of his pants. He was longer and harder than he’d ever been, a testament to how freaking turned on he was.
He grasped the base of his cock and nuzzled the tip in between her ass cheeks. She let out a soft, anxious cry and his cock jumped. Before the night was through, he’d have her there, but right now he needed to feel her tight pussy clamped around him.
His hand still on the base of his erection, he nudged the tip downward, gliding through her slick folds. He rested it at her opening, plump and swollen from his earlier pounding against that random door. Damn, how fucking hot had that been?
Growling, he slid the tip in.
She cried out, her body convulsing around him, and he knew he couldn’t wait another second.
“You’re gonna give me a taste now, baby,” he rumbled. “Then I’ll put on a condom.”
“O-okay…” She gasped when he pushed forward a fraction. “Just so you know, I…I never do that. Only for you.”
Her whispered admission turned him on as much as it clenched his heart. “Me too, Lyssa. Me too, baby.”
He grasped the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide, holding her open as he slowly slid his cock deep into her wet, hot channel. Her muscles clenched around him, sucking him in tight. Surrounding his dick with sleek, constricting heat.
It was freaking heaven. Better than anything he’d ever felt. He had to grit his teeth to fight the firestorm of sensations pummeling his body.
He didn’t stop until his balls slapped against her clit.
“Oh god…James.” She let out a loud moan. “You’re so deep. So big.”
“That’s right.” He leaned forward to bite her shoulder. “You look so good with your little pussy stuffed full of my cock.”
“Ohmygod.”
Spurred on by her mounting excitement, he withdrew, then slammed in again. Again. Again.
In the back of his mind, he knew he had to stop. He had to put on a condom. The fact that he hadn’t spoke volumes about how he felt about her.
He’d never been skin to skin with a woman before. Never even cared to. But with Lyssa, it was different. Everything about her was different.
Withdrawing from her clenching heat, he lifted her and whirled her around to face him. He caught a brief glimpse of the desire etched in her wild eyes before he grabbed the skirt of her dress and raised it over her head. She lifted her arms and it came off with surprising ease.
“I like this dress,” he announced as he tossed it to the side.
A strangled laugh escaped her. “Me too.”
Before he could lunge for her again, she lifted her hands to his dress shirt, yanking on it hard. Some of his buttons flew off, and his mouth dropped. “Wow. That was shockingly hot.”
Two dots of color marred her already flushed cheeks. “I didn’t want to wait.”
“I don’t want you to wait, baby.” After shucking his ruined shirt, he grabbed her luscious hips and took a moment to marvel in the glorious sight of her dressed in nothing but black heels. Then he lifted her, cupping the globes of her generous ass.
When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he fitted his cock to her entrance and slammed home.
“Oh. Yes!” Her head arched back, the final pins dislodging from her hair.
He nipped at her neck and guided her hips up and down, rocking her constricting heat up and down on his swollen cock. “Too damn good, Lyssa.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “So good.”
Giving her a deep, hard kiss, he ground his hips in a circular motion, reveling in the way she clamped around him. Hell, if he didn’t stop now, he was going to come deep inside that tight, delicious pussy. It surprised him just how much he longed to do just that.
Breaking free from the kiss, he panted, “The pill, Lyssa. Get on it. Tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she gasped.
He allowed himself a few more grinding thrusts as he walked them through the foyer and into the living room.
Lyssa’s legs tightened around his hips, preventing his slacks from falling down, and she laughed. “Wow, you’re talented.”
He nipped at her lips. “If I had my way, my cock would never leave your sweet little cunt.”
She gasped at his words, making him chuckle.
With her still impaled on him, he marched them all the way to his wall of windows. Then he gave in to the inevitable and withdrew from her tight channel. “Turn around.”
He nudged her shoulders until she whirled to face the windows, noting the widening of her eyes in the window’s reflection as she took in the view for the first time.
“This is amazing.”
“I know.” The view was one of the reasons he’d bought the apartment. Light emanated from neighboring buildings, and far below them traffic sprawled out in a never-ending squiggle of colors. “My brother Andrew lives up in the penthouse. You should see his view.”
She made a soft exclamation, and he pulled her to lean against his chest.
“Can you see yourself in the window, baby?” His hands lifted to cup and lift her breasts, and she arched into them.
“Yes.”
“Look at how fucking delicious you look.”
One hand drifted down her curvy stomach, then he bent forward to slide it between her legs. She spread them to give him better access to her clit.
“Tell me the truth,” he whispered into her ear. “Some part of you liked being fucked out on the street, where anyone could see you, didn’t it?”
“Mmmm…” She ground into his questing fingers. “Yes.”
“You liked thinking that someone could be watching. Eyeing those curves you hide under all those clothes.”
“Yes,” she said, louder this time.
Her excitement only served to drive him insane.
“Look at all those buildings around us,” he rumbled. “Filled with people. Some of them could be watching us right now. Seeing your bare tits. This gorgeous pussy of yours.”
He thrust two fingers inside, and she cried out, her body shaking.
“Watching you ride my fingers…”
“Please.”
Her hips rolled beneath his touch, doing the very thing he’d suggested, and he found he liked this little game of theirs as much as she clearly did.
“Come for me, Lyssa.” He rocked his erection against her ass. “Show them how hard you can come.”
His other hand moved down to her clit and he rubbed the pad of his thumb against it while his fingers plunged in and out harder.
“James!” She reached her arms backward, clutching his shoulders with her hands, and rode him for all she was worth.
“Damn, baby.”
Lost in excitement, he thrust his fingers in harder, momentarily rocking her toes off the floor. The mildly rational part of him feared it was too rough, but she only moaned and said, “Harder. Please, harder.”
Growling, he rammed his fingers deep, lifting her off her feet with each and every thrust. Her pussy clamped them tight, and she let out a loud, mind-blowing cry.
“Oh, James. Yeeah. Yesssss!”
He continued his frantic movements, not stopping until the last of her shudders ceased and she shoved his hand away. Then, easing back from her, he ordered, “Turn around.”
Her chest heaved and she obeyed, turning to grace him with a full frontal view of her luscious body. The dark buds of her breasts were hard, and her upper thighs glinted with moisture. The sight almost made him come right then and there.
“As I suspected,” he growled. “You are a good girl.”
One of her brows lifted. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He closed his hand around the base of his cock and gave a few long strokes. “And like the good little girl you are, you’re going to drop to your knees.”
A strangled sound swept from her throat. She dropped at once, a Latin goddess eager to submit to him.
“Come suck me,” he whispered, his voice harsh with his desire for her. “Make it good.”
She wasted no time in edging forward, closing her lips around him. He let out an appreciative moan and she sucked him in, wasting no time in driving him absolutely insane.
“Oh, shit.” His hips arched into her and he snagged her hair, holding her immobile as he rapidly pumped in and out of her mouth.
She made a little sound and dug her fingernails into his ass, at the same time tilting her head back a fraction and opening her throat to take him in deep.
“Shit. Fuck.” His hips jerked wildly as he worked in and out of her mouth, a helpless slave to the heat within.
Hell, if he didn’t stop he was going to come. And that wasn’t going to happen, not until he was buried deep inside the woman he could no longer imagine living without.
“Stop. Stop.” With a strangled curse, he gently yanked her head back by her hair and withdrew.
Lyssa stared up at him with unveiled desire, her luscious breasts heaving and her mouth red and swollen.
“Who taught you to suck cock like that, good girl?”
“No one.” She licked her lips. “You inspire me.”
With a choked laugh, he untangled his fingers from her hair and stepped backward, taking the time to memorize the way she looked on her knees before him. Her long, curly hair fell down her shoulders in unruly tangles, her luscious breasts rose and fell with every breath, and moisture slickened her spread thighs.
“Damn, Lyssa.” He let out a wry laugh. “I think this will be the image in my head every time I close my eyes from here on out.”
A soft, seductive laugh tumbled from her throat, as if she were just starting to realize her bewitching power over him. When she reached her hands up to tangle them enticingly through her hair, arching her breasts in the process, he let out a heavy groan.
“James…” She licked her lips. “I want you.”
Well, she was about to get her wish.
He toed his shoes off and then shoved his underwear and slacks down his body, getting naked in the span of a heartbeat. “Where do you want it, Lyssa?”
She gasped and slid her palms onto her breasts, then up her throat. Her fingers landed on her plump, red mouth. “Right here.”
Biting back a growl at the erotic sight, he said, “If I fuck your mouth some more, I’m gonna come. Is that what you want?”
Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she shook her head.
“Then where do you want me?”
After a hesitant pause, her hand slid down her body, past her stomach, and landed on her pussy.
A low thrum of satisfaction rumbled in his throat. “Show me.”
Shyly, she slid a finger between her swollen labia. It disappeared into her tight channel.
“Oh, fuck.” Unable to help himself, he grabbed his stiff cock and began pumping his hand over it. “Show me with your fingers, baby. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Oh…” She slid another finger in with the first, then began moving them in and out. Slowly at first, but then her hips began to pump and she started plunging them faster. Harder. Soft little cries burst from her throat.
Damn, he couldn’t take any more of this. If she didn’t stop, he was going to come all over himself like a freaking hormonal teenager.
“Stop,” he garbled out.
She obeyed, her eyes glazing with frantic desire. “I need you.”
“I’m coming, baby.” Grabbing his wallet, he slid out a condom, then set the full power of his gaze on her. “Turn around.”
Still on her knees, she turned until she faced the window and her gorgeous ass was pointed at him.
“Now get on your elbows. Ass up toward me.”
Whimpering, she complied, sliding down to her elbows so her backside thrust upward. The sight of that alone could’ve made him come.
“Head down,” he rumbled. “Get that ass higher.”
Her breath came out in heaving gasps as she rested one cheek on his wood flooring, lifting her butt up a fraction.
“Now open those legs a bit, baby,” he whispered gruffly. “Just enough to let me see what’s between them.”
Letting out a little half-sob, she moved her knees a little further apart. The plump folds of her pussy spread open, baring her swollen clit to his gaze.
“Oh, damn.” This image would be burned into his memory forever.
“James, please.”
His hands fumbled as he tore open the wrapper and slid the condom onto his engorged cock. He couldn’t wait another second.
Closing the distance between them, he came to a half crouch above her and spread her ass cheeks with his hands, fitting his cock to her entrance. The tip nudged inside, and without further warning, he rammed in deep.
“Ahhh, fuuuuck,” she screamed, her legs trembling madly and her pussy clamping him like a vice.
Oh shit. Shit.
He reared back and then drove home again, Then again, and again, pummeling into her as she found her release.
“Harder,” she cried. “Harder!”
Growling, he held nothing back, giving her everything he had. Fucking her with savage brutality. Her screams and shouted pleas for him to go harder, faster, deeper, told him she liked it every bit as much as he did.
His gaze strayed to their reflection in the window. His face was screwed up in mindless intensity while he pounded into her from above. Her round breasts hung down, swinging wildly, and her hips drove downward with every thrust. She lifted her cheek off the ground, turning her head to watch their reflection, and the wild-eyed arousal on her face was his undoing.
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Roaring out his release, he managed to snake a hand over her hip and find her clit, stroking the slick flesh and slapping his fingers against it until she too screamed out another release, joining him in the abyss.
Everything went black. The force of his climax obliterated all sense of time and awareness. When he finally came to again, he was lying on his side on the wooden floor, Lyssa nestled up against him with her ass against his spent cock. When his hand reached out to cup her breast, she let out a soft moan and arched into his touch.
He smiled and kissed her shoulder, suddenly grateful he’d had the foresight to give up Martin Freeman. If it meant more of this, he’d gladly do it again, several times over.
He was beginning to think that having Lyssa here with him, in his arms, was worth every sacrifice.
Chapter Thirteen
The unfamiliar light cast by the neighboring buildings woke Lyssa from a dead sleep. She rolled over in the huge, luxurious bed to see James sleeping on his back right beside her. He looked totally and utterly exhausted.
A grin crept to her face.
I did that.
After James had rocked her world in his living room, he’d carried her through his darkened apartment into his bedroom, where he’d proceeded to toss her onto his king-size bed and indoctrinate her into the world of anal sex. It had taken some time to get accustomed to his generous size, but he’d been extraordinarily patient…and had used a lot of lube. Once she’d gotten the hang of it, he’d taken her deeper, faster until she’d exploded from the combined ecstasy of his cock and fingers.
After that they’d made it into the tub, where they took a long, leisurely bath. He’d asked her more about her childhood and told her some stories about growing up with his brothers. About the happy times before his mother had died. The not so happy times when her bipolar depression had gotten the best of her.
James had opened up to her in ways she never could have imagined. He’d shared a part of himself, a part she suspected he generally kept hidden.
Then he’d sat her on the edge of the tub and spread her legs wide, using his tongue and mouth to lick and stroke her to her umpteenth orgasm. Afterwards, they’d gone back to his bedroom, where they’d done it all over again. And again. Needless to say, there wasn’t a surface in his bedroom that hadn’t been put to good use.
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