Looking back at him over my shoulder, there's a look in his eyes. He's staring at me as his fingers explore more of my back, more skin, more exposed pieces of my body.
They tickle down my spine, moving softly side to side. His thumb finds the dimple just above my ass and draws small circles.
“Your skin is so soft, it's like velvet.” His hand moves up the center of my back, following the contour of my spine.
My body starts to tremble, my heart starts to race. Tingles are running through ever muscle, coalescing between my thighs. Licking my lips, I let him touch me, silently giving him permission to keep going.
I know I shouldn't want this. I know that what we're creating here is fake. But what I feel right now is very real.
“I like seeing those goosebumps. . .” The tips of his fingers work around my ribs, settling on my belly, and pulling me up straight. “Because they're mine. I made them, no one else.” His hand slides smoothly up my stomach and between my breasts. “Do you like them?”
I can hear him breathing. It's deep, labored, gritty in a way that makes me shiver and want more. More of his breath on my skin, more against my neck, enough to make me feel full inside and out.
Nodding, I moan softly as his hand massages my throat, causing my head to roll and my back to arch. “I do, I like them a lot.” My eyes close as my head drops, falling back against his chest.
His firm muscles cradle my skull as his mouth roams the side of my face and his lips sweep over my cheek. Kisses find my neck, tender and gentle, but with a fierceness that makes my pussy throb.
My belly clenches as one of his hands runs over my breast and down my ribs, while the other is perched under my chin, holding my head in place.
This man is touching me like he owns me, as if my body has been his all along and he knows exactly where to go to make me crumble, to make me fall for him, to make me beg for him.
I’ve suddenly become an instrument, with strings for him to pluck and stroke, finger and play. My body is his to do what he wants. And I’m happy to let him have me.
Bolt rocks his hips, and for the first time I get a taste of how big his cock actually is. A sliver of fear shoots through me, unsure if I'd be able to take all of him. With one rub of his hard cock against my ass, that fear morphs into desire, a desire that sits in my gut, heating my core.
Fuck me.
Grunting in my ear, he squeezes my nipple through the dress and pinches it tight. “Fuck, I've thought about this since the day you walked into my office.”
“Yeah? You've wanted this?” My hips sway back and forth as I reach my hand up around his neck. Digging my fingers into his hair, I rake his scalp. “You've thought about fucking me?”
“I've thought about fucking you a million different times, in a million different ways.” His hand palms my mound and squeezes firmly. “I've thought about fucking you until your legs are numb and you can't think straight.” His lips nip my throat. “I've thought about fucking you until you come so hard you lose your mind.” Lips turn to teeth, biting my ear lobe. “Now, I'm not just thinking it, I am going to fuck you.”
Groaning, his mouth moves across my cheek as his hand turns my face and he kisses me hard, full of power and strength. Fisting my hair, he tugs my head back, allowing him to kiss me deeper.
Rubbing my ass against his cock, I can feel how turned on he is. Knowing that I’m doing this to him, that it’s me causing his cock to get rock hard, it makes me wet, it makes me want him more.
“How about you stop talking about it…” Speaking into the kiss, my words are built off nothing but air. “And fuck me already.”
“Uh, uh, you don't give the orders.” Pressing his palm against my shoulder blade, he bends me over the bed with ease. “I do.” Wild fingers tear at my dress, yanking the skirt up over my ass.
“Is that right?”
“That's right, and now I want you to beg, beg me to fuck you.” Bolt slips his finger up the center of my pussy, and my legs give beneath me. His strong arms hold me up, keeping me from dropping to the floor. “You like that.” He sounds pleased with himself, I can hear the smile in his words. “Tell me how badly you want to feel me inside you.” Pushing my panties to the side, his finger slides inside me easily.
His thumb circles my clit, causing another wave of goosebumps. My muscles quiver, and I moan loudly as I clutch the blanket.
“I want you in me,” I mutter the words, unable to think straight. I don't feel like myself, I feel crazed, incapable of doing anything until I get what I need.
Pleasure.
Release.
Complete freedom from this ache between my legs.
I need Bolt.
His finger dips in and out, faster and faster as he reaches around and grips my tit. “I don't believe you.” Bolt leans forward, turning one finger into two. Curling his fingers in deep, he hits this spot inside my pussy that makes me cry out and my knees buckle.
Inhaling a jagged breath, I moan loudly as I grind my hips down onto his fingers. “Bolt,” I utter his name, but I'm not sure he hears me.
His hand moves quickly, and then it's gone. His weight shifts away and I'm left feeling empty, like I woke up from a sexy dream and none of it was real to begin with.
In a delirious haze, I start to lift my head off the bed, wondering where he went. From over my shoulder, the sound of plastic crinkles in the air, and the tear of a wrapper grabs my attention.
“Looking for me?” he asks, his voice throaty and raspy. His fingers curl around my hips, digging in tightly. Pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance, he leans forward and whispers into my ear. “One more time, let me hear you beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, Bolt, fuck me before I lose my damn mind.” Jerking my hips, I force the very tip of his dick inside. “Fuck me.”
“That's better, now you get your angel's share.” With one firm thrust, Bolt buries his cock up to the base, stretching my walls.
His cock is huge, hard, and hitting me so deep I can feel him in my lower belly. Dropping my head onto the bed, Bolt presses a hand between my shoulder blades and holds my hips so I can't move.
Grunts and groans are coming from both of us. It's hard to tell who's making which sound. We're both loud air, muffled groans, soft moans, raspy gasps. My head is buzzing as everything around me goes quiet. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest.
Sweat is beading up on my back, dripping down off my shoulders and soaking into the bed. I can feel the orgasm as it starts to bubble, coiling like thick bands around my belly.
Digging my nails into the bed, I turn my face and hold my breath. I'm right there, standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting for that little push to go tumbling over.
The hair on my body prickles as a rush of sparks speed through my muscles. My pussy milks his shaft as I'm swept away by this incredible feeling.
Bolt gives one hard thrust, holding his hips still and exploding in the condom. I can feel his body tremble as he lays his head on my back and groans. Pulse after pulse, his cock jerks inside me.
Our breathing is labored as we collapse onto the bed together, both of us trying to catch our breath. My brain is twirling and whirling, unable to find a single word to say.
“I think we missed dinner,” Bolt finally says, resting his hands on his chest and staring up at the ceiling. “We can order Chinese instead. What do you think, want Chinese?”
Rolling onto my side to face him, I cover my chest with the loose front of the dress. “I love Chinese, that sounds delicious.”
Bolt chuckles as he sits up and takes the condom off, dropping it into the garbage beside the bed. “Me too, it's one of my favorites.”
“Really?”
“Why do you sound surprised?”
“I don't know, I guess I just wouldn't expect it with all the fancy suits, first class airplane tickets…” Picking up the ring off the table, I roll it between my fingers. “Expensive ring.”
“There's a lot of things you
don't know about me, Starla Bishop.”
“Tell me then, tell me something about Bolt Sheckler that I don't know.”
It’s time to learn about my fiancé…
8
Starla
What the hell happened last night?
The question plays over and over in my head as flashes of us together keep bursting like fireworks in my brain. His hands running over my body, his hard chest pressed against my back, his lips on my neck and mouth.
All of it, down to the feel of his cock as it slid inside me, is fresh in my mind, it's right there, and I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Rubbing my thighs together, I'm tempted to touch myself, but I don't, and for a good reason.
Glancing to my right, Bolt is still asleep, oblivious to the shit that's running through my head. I didn't regret how our night ended, not at all. It was incredible, it was amazing, it was everything it shouldn't be—Because this isn't real!
But I liked it…maybe a little too much.
My heart beats hard for him. My chest feels tight and tingles run up and down my body from just the way he looks at me. The slightest touch of his skin on mine is enough to cause an explosion of butterflies in my stomach.
What I'm feeling isn't fake. What I feel inside my heart isn't made up or pretend. It's real; real feelings, real emotions, real connection.
But what about him? Does he feel something too? Or is this just convenient sex for him?
I don’t want to think that Bolt could just be going through the motions, and that this is nothing more than casual sex.
That's what this is, so stop analyzing it!
Rolling onto my side, I’m afraid to look at him, afraid to see his eyes when he wakes up. There’s a fear that I'll see something else, something different than I saw last night. The spark might be gone, the color dull and lackluster, regret written all over his face.
I don’t want to be the mistake girl.
The red digits on the clock say it's six in the morning, far too early to be thinking about this shit. I’m over thinking it, and I know it.
Forget it already and go back to bed.
Closing my eyes, I try to fall back asleep. It's useless. I toss and turn for the next half hour, thinking about what happened between us, and how much I loved and hated it all in the same breath.
If this is just a little weekend fling, and I can’t ignore what’s stewing in my gut, then going back to what we were before will be difficult.
I was never the type of girl to just go out and have sex with someone for fun. I am, however, always the perfect guy friend. I’m the girl there for advice about a date, or about an issue with a girlfriend.
I’m the girl stuck forever in the friend zone.
The few boyfriends I've had over the years always ended one way or another. We either didn't click at all, or we clicked too well and were better off as friends.
The tips of Bolt's fingers trace the side of my face, yanking me out of my head. “Morning, beautiful,” he whispers into my ear as he moves his hand down my jaw and over my chest. Wrapping my stomach, he pulls me in closer. “How'd you sleep?”
Twisting onto my back, his arm slides down to my waist, and he's pressing us tightly together. Resting my hands on my chest, I'm not sure how I should respond to this morning snuggle. Should I snuggle back? Does he expect me to curl up into him?
You're thinking too much about it!
Don't make it weird!
Just act casual, feel it out.
“I slept well. This bed is insanely comfortable.”
“Right,” he says, releasing me to stretch his arms high above his head and his legs out straight, pointing his toes. “I need one of these beds.”
The blanket slips across his body, exposing his firm chest and chiseled abs. Moving my eyes down his bare skin, I'm tempted to trace the thick black lines of a tattoo on his ribs with my finger.
It's a gorgeous piece of work, with long sweeping ink that wraps his ribs and follows the contours of his muscles. Pops of color are intertwined, making up the scales of a dragon. Sharp edges appear to cage the beast inside, seeming to keep him from exploding out of his torso.
“What's this mean?” I ask, softly following one of the lines. His skin is warm and smooth. My thighs clench as the heat off his body glides through me like liquid fire, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
Bolt tenses as I touch him, causing his abs to ripple like an iron chest plate. Looking down at his side, he smiles. “That tickled a little.” Rubbing his ribs, he shifts. “It's a symbol of power. I want to always be reminded of what I'm capable of, of where I've been, and how far I've come.”
“What you're capable of, where you've been. What does that mean?” Nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck, I lay my hand on his chest and play with a small patch of hair. “I can't imagine you've ever had trouble getting what you want.”
“Oh, I always get what I want.” His finger and thumb grip my chin, tipping my head up so he can look into my eyes. “You're going to learn that. But, I've worked hard to make my name in the family business. I've made mistakes, and I've also made big strides. I never want to forget either.” Kissing my forehead, he places another kiss on the tip of my nose. “You know what I want right now?” he asks, running a single finger across the curve of my jaw.
“What?” I ask, feeling my heart kick as his hand slips into my hair, coiling in deep.
“I want a taste.” Bolt licks his lips as he presses me onto my back. His mouth twists up into a naughty grin, sending chills down my spine. “I'm hungry for pussy.”
Climbing between my legs, he starts to crawl down, setting his palms on my knees to spread my thighs wider. His eyes are locked on my pussy as he pulls my panties to the side and blows cool air across my lips.
“Fuck, that's nice,” he says, biting his bottom lip. The tip of his thumb slips up my slit, causing my inner thighs to shake. “Nervous?” Bolt snaps his eyes up, and I watch as the bright green deepens like a shadow spreading over a pond. “Don't be, you're going to love my tongue on you.”
“Is that right?”
Nodding, he digs his fingers into my panties and tugs them down my hips. Lifting my ass, I help wriggle myself free. I feel exposed, more exposed than I ever have before. And it isn’t that I’m laying naked in bed with my boss. It isn’t because he fucked my brains out the night before and now I can’t get enough of his cock.
It's because I’m falling for this man and I know I shouldn't be.
You should stop this now before you get hurt. It's not too late to turn back.
He's using you! None of this is real!
Ignoring the rational voice inside my head that’s screaming at me to use my fucking brain, I rake my fingers through his hair instead as his eyes dance around my pussy, telling that voice to get bent.
Bolt looks hungry, his smile crooked as he bites his bottom lip and takes a big breath. “Fuck, you smell sweet. I love it, I love your scent. It's so fucking sexy.” Palming his dick, he rolls his hips and squeezes.
My cheeks blush, I feel the crimson as it seeps up and over my cheekbones. “Is that right?” I ask, my voice coy.
“That's right, I don't lie.” Blowing on my pussy again, my back arches hard and my nails drive deeper into the mattress. “You're not going anywhere,” he says with a pleased grin on his face. Sliding his hands under my ass, he grips me firmly in his palms so I can't move. “I need this sweet pussy right here.”
I feel the warmth of his tongue first as he runs it up my center and flicks my throbbing clit. Moaning, my head falls back on the bed and my eyes snap shut. Sucking my clit, his tongue runs up and down, swirling and tasting over and over, never letting up.
My pussy is dripping, soaking his chin as he flattens his tongue against my lips and drinks my juices. “Damn, you taste so fucking good” he says as his face is buried between my legs.
“Holy shit.” Tearing at the blanket, I let go and grab his hair with an intensity to match. A
delirious haze sweeps up my body, making my legs clench around his head.
Bolt is eating me out, slurping up my flavor while he watches me bend and quake, unable to control the way my muscles twitch and my back jerks off the bed.
Pushing my pussy into his face, I rub my clit up and down against his tongue as he slips a hand up over my belly. I can feel his eyes as they devour me, and it feels like they're enjoying this more than his mouth.
“You like that?” Nodding, I can't speak anymore because I'm so close to coming that all I can focus on is that feeling bubbling in my veins. “You're almost there, I can see it.”
His hand moves smoothly up my stomach, over my breast and into the mattress. Bolt tears his lips from my swelling clit, and I suddenly feel lost.
The feeling of pleasure is weakening as the orgasm starts to fade. I want more, I need more, he can't leave me like this.
Every inch of my body is trembling, ready for that little shove to the other side. I'm craving it more than air right now, it's all I care about. The world could be exploding outside, and I wouldn't even hear the blast. All I’m focused on is where the hell his mouth has gone.
“Wh—why'd you stop?” I ask, pushing the hair away from my face so I can see him.
Bolt growls as he pushes himself onto his knees. His cock is rock hard, standing up straight as he holds the base and rolls a condom down his length.
I didn't even hear him open the package. His dick is engorged, and it looks angry, like it wants to tear through the thin sheath.
Sucking in a gulp of air, I hold my breath as his eyes send another rush of heat over my body. “Because I want to make you come with my cock.” Gripping his dick, he looks over at the nightstand. “Put the ring on for me.”
“The ring, why?”
“Because I want to fuck my wife.” A wide grin spreads across his face as he winks. Slipping the ring on my finger, Bolt lets out a low, throaty growl as he lowers himself down and pushes his thick shaft slowly inside me.
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