by Robin Leaf
I take the moment to spare a glance at Douglass. His expression is blank, but his eyes are crinkling at the corners. I get the feeling he’s trying not to laugh at me.
Now for stage three: embarrassing word vomit. Yes, let’s allow that stage to commence.
“I’d hate to be a guy these days though, thinking I had to wait for a girl to make a move on me first, kinda like I did to you earlier, when I tried to make it clear that I was willing for you to do whatever you wanted to me. But that was in the heat of the moment, and since you didn’t take the bait, no harm no foul. We were lucky there was that serious car wreck that gave us the chance to dodge my train wreck of a bad idea, ya know, me throwing myself at you, with the patients in critical condition needing all the nurses to save their lives and shit. Yup, we were fortunate lives were in peril, I guess. Gave you the opportunity to avoid having to turn me down. So, yay for bad drivers. By the way, you were so considerate to not bring up my break-room shenanigans and admit that I made you mad just so I could enjoy my evening. It was quite thoughtful. Then I got that email, so boo for stalkers ruining the night.”
I stand up, carefully stepping around his enormous legs blocking my way.
“So, I’m just going to go on to bed now and pretend all that crazy talk didn’t just come out of my mouth, and I’d appreciate it if you did, too. I really hoped I’d have my toothbrush by now. Maybe I could brush away the stupid shit coming out of my mouth, but it probably won’t hurt to go to bed without it for one night, especially since I suddenly feel the need to flee from the room in total mortification. The spare bedroom is this way, right?”
I take two steps before he grabs my elbows and pulls me back to him. His hot breath warms my ear when he leans down to my level.
“You’re right,” he growls lowly in my ear. “It was fortunate that the wreck broke up your shenanigans, because, if I’m being honest, I was about two seconds from taking you against that wall.”
I make a noise that sounds like something between a whimper and a moan, resting my head back against his chest.
“And that’s certainly not the first time your sexy little ass has tempted me. I wanted you when you accused me of stealing your Beast, and it got so bad, that I had to take care of myself that night with you in the other room. I wanted to kiss you in the elevator the next morning, and I almost did until you fled, which I won’t let you do tonight. Then, I visualized what it’s like to be inside you when you cleaned off the tea from my allergic reaction. And I wanted to straight up fuck the smug look off your face when you played the joke on me this morning.”
When his hips rock forward into my back, I can feel how hard he is, and wetness floods my panty-less, low-sagging sweat-panted state, causing it to coat the tops of my thighs. I rub my thighs together to try to relieve the throb his words are causing.
“Are you wet, Blue?”
I nod, a bit voraciously.
His tiny little groan at my admission just about sends me over the edge. I feel his hand grip my elbow tighter, and he guides my right arm in front of me.
“Show me.”
I swallow and shake my head, asking breathily, “You want me to –”
“I want you to show me how wet you are with your fingers.”
I move my hand down the front of the pants. My fingers make it to my clit, and I let out my own groan, feeling how swollen and needy it is. But I move past it, following his orders and gathering my wetness. I pull out my hand and show him the sheen glinting off my fingers from the light of the side lamp.
“Oh, fuck, you’re really wet.” He rubs his cock on my back again. “Will you make yourself come right here, right now?”
Jeez. Yes. I’ll do anything for this man in this moment. I nod again, not as enthusiastically, but now, I have a task.
My hand finds its way back down the saggy sweats, easily targeting on my clit. His hands remain locked around my elbows, securing me to him. I rub soft circles, not wanting to explode into a million atoms just yet. It won’t take much right now, but going off like a rocket not even three seconds after getting my hand down there would probably send the wrong message. Or the right one if I’m going for authenticity. Depends on perception.
He lets go of my right elbow and reaches down to lift my right leg, setting my foot on the couch in some awkward Captain Morgan pose to open my legs wide.
“Aw, damn,” I breath out, very much enjoying the better access I have now. Go, Captain Morgan pose. I run my hand along my pussy, letting my clit slide between my fingers and squeezing lightly.
“Can you fit two fingers inside you?” he asks lowly in my ear.
I nod.
“Please, do it. Fuck yourself with your fingers.”
God, Douglass. Don’t say shit like that when I’m standing on one leg.
He notices my instability, and his hand grabs my forearm right below my elbow, securing me a bit tighter to him. Once I feel a bit more stable, I do as he commanded earlier, sliding two fingers easily inside my pussy. I cry out, moaning through the initial feeling.
“How does it feel?”
“So good. Wet and hot but very slick.”
“Ah, I bet I’d slide right in.”
I lift my left arm and grab the back of his neck. “I don’t know. You’re so big, you’d need to go slow.”
He grunts. “So you’re admitting I’m not slim.”
“Yes. Definitely not slim. Last night, I was wondering if your dick lifts weights.”
He chuckles once, then grips my right arm tighter. I realize his left hand is no longer on my elbow. I feel him move behind me. God damn, if he is doing what I think he is, I really want to see.
“Fuck yourself harder, Blue.”
Jesus.
“Douglass,” I breathe out. “I need…”
“What do you need, Blue?”
“I need you to tell me what you are doing.”
He pulls me closer again, and I feel his hand rhythmically bump against my back.
“Oh, God damn,” I whimper.
Pulling my fingers out of my pussy, I rub my clit vigorously, then stick my slickened fingers back in, pushing deeper than before.
“I want to watch you do that,” I admit.
“You will, once we find your stalker, I’ll let you watch, and so much more.”
“Doug,” I pant.
“Yeah, Blue?”
“I could fire you. Then you could just fuck me right now.”
“No one will do the job I can do, Ember. I don’t want anyone else near you.”
I pull on his neck to bring him closer.
“It’s true, I want no one but you.”
Look at me, with the double entendre and shit.
The thumb of his right hand slides across my nipple, and it’s the catalyst I need to explode. My orgasm blasts through my entire body, causing an epic band of shockwaves to devour any last bit of normalcy I might feel. His right arm scoops me around my waist, holding me up through the violent thigh quaking. I’m groaning, moaning, letting out high-pitched wails that I’ve never made, not even with the Beast.
I collapse against his chest, desperately trying to catch my breath, and I notice the hand still gripping his cock hand has stopped moving.
“Did… did you… finish?” I ask through my gasps.
He shakes his head. “I stopped to watch you come, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t wait to come inside you. God, when this is over, I’m going to fuck you for days. I’m going to make you come so hard and so often, you’ll need weeks to recover.”
This time, my knees give out completely, but his arm keeps me secured to him so I don’t crash to the floor in a boneless sack of grodiness.
“I got you, Blue,” he breathes into my ear. “I’ll always have you.”
“I want to kiss you so badly.”
“Damn, I want that, too, but I won’t be able to stop myself right now at just a kiss. It’s bad enough that I held you while you came in my ar
ms.”
I pull my foot off the couch, and realize… “Oh shit, these pants are a little gross now. I don’t have anything else to put on, and since I’m naked under here…”
His head finds my shoulder. “God, I’d love to see you walk around in nothing but my t-shirt barely covering your ass, but I would definitely take advantage of easy access to your pussy.”
Fuck. That mouth of his. No one’s ever talked to me like this.
God, please, let us get somewhere tomorrow finding my stalker, because I don’t think I can be good another day.
His lips graze the skin right under my ear, and he whispers, “I bet you taste so good.”
“Dammit, Douglass, please stop saying shit like that.”
He nips my skin at my neck. “You really want me to stop?”
“No, I don’t want you to, but that’s precisely why you should. I have no problem pushing you back on that couch, pulling down these sweats, and riding you in your favorite position, me on top.”
“Jesus, Blue.”
“Or I could just turn around, drop to my knees, and take you in my mouth.” I hear what sounds like a whimper from my shoulder, so I turn my head and whisper in his ear, “I bet you wouldn’t stop me, either.”
“Fuck,” he groans, like he’s in actual pain.
“Yeah, babe, two can play at the dirty talk game, so please, stop, before I really lose all semblance of control and make good on my threats. Stop fucking teasing me, when I know you won’t make good on yours.”
His arm loosens from around my waist, and I slither out of his arms, walking to the hallway. I hear him move in behind me a split second before I’m turned around and lifted off the ground; my back hits the wall. The black sweats disappeared at some point, so my legs automatically wrap around his waist like they were compelled. I feel him desperately yanking at his own sweats.
“Tell me no,” he demands.
I look in his eyes, which are mostly black and barely rimmed with the blue I love, defiantly. There is no way I’m doing what he asks this time. Instead, I move my hips in search of what I want. His cock is free, thank God, and my slick core finds it like it’s equipped with a fucking homing device. His tip rubs my opening. I pull him to me, digging my heels into his ass, and I feel the moment his restraint fully snaps. He pitches forward, sliding in one centimeter, precisely one nanosecond before…
The doorbell rings.
Motherfucker.
Someone’s gonna die.
Eighteen
Dugger
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I don’t know whether to thank whoever is at my door for interrupting what could have been a huge career mistake or kick their ass for interrupting the hottest moment of my life.
I pull away from Ember just as her legs release, and I help her gently to the ground, kissing her forehead before pulling the waistband of my pants up. I step back and assess her, realizing that my shirt is way longer on her than I’d like it to be.
“I need to go clean up,” she says, trying to hide her disappointment at the interruption.
I try to smile, but it is hard since my disappointment is worse than hers. “I’ll bring you your suitcase so you can get dressed.”
She nods and walks to my bedroom. I like that. I want her to enter my bedroom all the time. No, really, I want her to enter the one time and never leave.
I run my fingers through my hair quickly on the way to the door. Opening it, I find a smirking Bryan, holding my backpack, my duffle, and rolling Ember’s suitcase behind him.
“What? Are ye not happy to see me, Dugger man?” Bryan teases, laying his Irish accent on thick.
He knows. God dammit, he fucking knows.
“Actually, you have pretty good timing.”
His smile grows and he leans in to me, lowering his voice. “Judging by what I heard when I came to the door ten minutes ago, I would have ruined a good time. So I figured I’d give ye time to finish.”
Fuck.
“It’s not what you think.”
His head nods downward at my not-quite-completely-deflated dick. “Right.” He flashes a shit-eating grin at me while he pushes past me into the house. “But don’t worry,” he assures, clapping my shoulder, “your secret’s safe with me.”
Raising my eyebrow at him, I feel the need to admit, “We didn’t exactly have sex.”
“Hey, ye don’t have to convince me, boy. Remember, you’re talking to a guy who had a secret affair with a coworker, one who happened to be a famous client’s lesbian girlfriend, and on top of that, I got her pregnant, so there’s absolutely no judgement here.”
I liberate our luggage from his hands.
“I’ll be right back.”
I take our stuff to my bedroom and knock on the door. It opens a crack, and I hand off her suitcase. She doesn’t make eye contact before closing the door. I don’t like that at all. I dump my bags by the door so I can deal with the smug Irishman and get rid of him before I make things right with her.
“Look, Bryan, Noah made it crystal clear –”
“That you’re not to have sex with a client,” he nods. “Yeah, I know, but he’s a bit of a hypocrite, if ye ask me. His girlfriend was a client of ours. In fact, she still is.”
I scratch my head. “He told me she wasn’t a client until after they got together.”
“Well, that’s a bit of bull shite. We were protectin’ her way before they made it official.”
I blink, not quite believing him. He seems like he could be a bit of a trickster.
“Still, it’s in my contract.”
“It’s in everyone’s contract. And it has been since he started this company. Honestly, I think it’s there for guys who might want to fuck all the celebrities we protect.” He places his hand on my shoulder. “But Noah wouldn’t hire a guy who would just randomly fuck the clients, and even I can tell you’re not one o’ those guys. You’re as honest as the day is long.” He leans in closer, nodding his head in the direction of my bedroom, and whispers, “That’s why I personally think you really like this girl, Dugger.”
I look toward my closed door and back to him, nodding once.
His face splits into a genuine smile.
“Well, I’ll get outta your way then.” He moves toward the front door, but stops and turns to me, a look of concern on his face. “Wait, do you need me to stay for backup? I’ll stay in the car and watch the house.”
I smile and pat his shoulder once. “No, I think we’ll be fine. Thank you, though.”
He nods and salutes me with two fingers before leaving.
As soon as the door closes, I lock it securely and set the outer alarm, activating the cameras outside the perimeter. Being the employee of a security company has its perks. Top of the line systems along with twenty-four hour, company monitoring come with the job.
I take a few seconds to check my stashed weapons, making sure that all are fully loaded and have extra clips next to them.
Once I’m satisfied, I make my way to my room. I do not knock this time. I want the element of surprise on my side.
She’s in my bathroom brushing her teeth, her still-bare legs poking out of my t-shirt as she bends over the sink. My shirt is long enough that I can’t tell if she put on underwear yet, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want to find out.
I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch. Her eyes find mine in the mirror and stay locked in some sexy, smoldering stare-off. My cock stirs, still pissed at me for not letting him finish earlier.
Between him and my temptress, it’s gonna be a long night. Maybe Bryan should have stayed as a buffer between my cock and Ember.
Holy shit, I’ve never actually wished for a personal cock blocker before.
She rinses her mouth out and turns around, gripping the counter behind her. That smoldering look remains in her eyes. I have to force myself to stay right here and not go check to see what exactly she has going on under my shirt, but
the thought of lifting her onto that counter and falling to my knees in front of her is really fucking tempting.
“Stop,” she says, her husky bedroom voice belying the word that just came out of her mouth.
“Stop what?”
“Stop staring at me like you want to devour me.”
I shake my head. “I can’t, because that’s precisely what I want to do.”
Her cheeks flush. “You can, you know.”
I nod. “And I will, soon.”
“Ugh,” she grunts, throwing her hands out to the side, “you and your epic restraint. I liked you better ten minutes ago when you lost control.” She nods down to my hard cock. “I bet that’s painful.”
“No.” Not a lie. It is merely uncomfortable, not painful.
She bravely takes a step toward me, thrusting her breasts forward so I can see her nipples poking through my shirt.
“The offer to get on my knees still stands.”
I close my eyes, throwing my head back against the door. God, she’s fucking killing me.
“Did you put on underwear, Blue?” I ask without opening my eyes. I feel her move even closer, but I can’t look. I’ll fucking lose it again.
I feel her hand on my chest, and her thumb flicks my nipple piercing through my shirt, sending a jolt straight to the tip of my cock.
She raises on her toes to get close to my ear and whispers, “Why don’t you find out.”
I reach down and lift her by the backs of her knees, backing her to the counter and setting her down. My hands do not move. I keep my distance except to lean down to her ear.
“I will not fuck you tonight, Ember Nicole Zills, so stop trying to tempt me.” I pull back and look in her eyes. “Please get dressed and come out to the living room.” I let go of her and turn around, walking to the door. I cannot risk getting visual confirmation that she is, in fact, not wearing underwear. “I want to get to know you better.”
Pausing at the door, I hear her get down off the counter. “Does that mean you’ll afford me the same courtesy?”
