“I love you.”“Again.” He thrusts, sitting up, looking into my eyes, our faces inches apart as I look slightly down on him.“I love you,” I whisper, gripping the back of his chair.Then his eyes close, and he leans back, sliding his hands up and tugging the other side of my dress down, exposing both breasts to his hands. And I know what he wants. I know, just like I know every inch of his body, exactly what he wants. I lean back, my hands resting on his knees, my back arched, my body open before him, and fuck his cock. Pumping up and down on his so-hard-it-will-break shaft, my legs carrying my body, his eyes opening and skimming greedily along my skin, his hand reaching forward and lifting the hem of my dress, strumming the bead of my clit until I come—body tightening, mouth screaming, world exploding.Then he takes over, leaning forward and scooping me into and against his chest. My legs wrap tight around his body, his cock stiff and slick inside my sex, he carries me over to the wa
“Hey babe.” Paul’s voice is lazy, as if he’d dozed off on the couch.“Come into town. The W Hotel in Hollywood. I need your cock.”A minute later, I return to the table, smiling demurely at Stewart, who rises at my entrance and pulls out my chair, his napkin hiding any erection he may have. Leaning down as he pushes my chair in, he softly speaks. “Is he coming?”“There are so many places I could go with that question,” I murmur. “But yes.”He sits back down, reaching for his wine glass and smiling at me. “Good.”I try to pay attention to the conversation. Try to eat my salad and smile politely, nod appropriately, laugh when the overweight man to my right makes a joke. But I am waiting, my leg jiggling nervously. Waiting for the buzz of my phone against my leg, for the moment he is here. My call surprised him, his soft voice hardening when he heard my directive. I could imagine him sitting up, trying to put the pieces together, hearing the raw need in my voice. He knows me as well as
I don’t answer, reaching between our bodies and fist his cock, wrapping my hands tightly around it, every vein in the organ outlined in the rigidity of his arousal.“Answer me, Madd. Answer me while I fuck you right here. While I make you scream so loud that people walking by will hear.”“Make me,” I whisper, a challenge in my tone.His hand tightens around my waist at the words, his eyes holding mine with a fierce look as he listens to my words.“Make me scream your name while he conducts his business. Make me your slut, right here and now, and send me back to him with your cum dripping out of me.”He groans, pushing me back against the wall, spreading my legs with his knees. He reaches down with both hands, grips my panties and pulls, ripping the sheer fabric with one strong jerk. Then his body is back against me, his chest hard to mine, his bare cock rough and bobbing at my entrance, pushing for and then finding the wetness of my sex and pushing inside. “Jesus Christ, Madd,” he gr
Five minutes later, I slip back into my seat, Stewart barely pausing in a lengthy explanation of market trends and their expected impact. But I feel his eyes on me, see the casual glance at his watch. “Impressive,” he murmurs, tugging my hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my knuckle. “I take it you are taken care of?”I feel drugged, heady with the release and the knowledge of what I have just done. “Until tonight,” I whisper.“Oh, have no doubt,” he says, staring into my eyes. “You will need every bit of energy for it.”I hide a grin behind a long sip of champagne, turning when I feel a soft hand on my arm.“My wife tells me you sell books,” the man says, a polite smile on his face. “Tell me, what authors do you enjoy?”I smile politely, responding to the man, and feel the rough heat of Stewart’s hand, sliding up my dress, and hear his intake of breath when he finds my lack of panties.My wet dress feels like an ice pack by the time we stumble, shivering, up the steps to our
I obey, placing my hands on the footer and arching my back, pushing my ass out and waiting, the heater blowing warm air against my skin, my nipples hardening, my legs clenching. He runs a finger over my sex, dipping inside and then continuing up, until he reaches the tight pucker of my ass, circling the spot. Tight, hard circles, pressing against the hole until I moan, the spot resisting, too tight to allow him entrance. “Please, Paul … I need you.”His finger moves, sliding back down, taking the temperature of my sex once again, hot wetness confirming my arousal, dragging that liquid higher, soaking my asshole, his thumb replacing the finger, a bigger, harder push, not yet inside, but enough to make my breath catch in my throat.“Tell me,” he says softly, each word feathery gruff, his thumb pushing harder, breaking the seal and entering my darkest place. “Tell me how you want it.”“Hard,” I whisper, my senses on full alert, wanting, waiting for what is coming, all of my arousal knott
I awaken to the sound of my cell. It rings, the sound dulled by sheets and pillows, and it takes me a moment to place my surroundings, to identify the ring. I grope through the bed and answer the call, our conversation short, a few I love yous and then a goodbye, his voice muffled, the signal poor as Stewart boards the plane.I roll back over, the room dark, and wait for sleep to come. Minutes tick and I only grow more awake, frustration growing with each passing moment. Finally, my hands itching and legs squirming, I close my eyes and let my fingers move, traveling lightly over my body and slipping under my boxer shorts, the cotton band yielding easily to my hand, my fingers sliding along the thin strip of hair, moving more, my legs spreading, knees bending, my body quivering as I gently run my digits lightly, so lightly, over the lips of my sex. I keep my eyes closed and let my mind wander to my favorite fantasy, the one that takes me quickly to the edge and down the cliff that is m
My fingers dip inside of me, cupping my sex, borrowing moisture and dragging it up to my clit, my fingers starting a steady circle around the pleasure point. I lift up slightly with my hips, my eyes opening and focusing on the dresser’s mirror, the dim reflection showing my open legs, my hand moving between them. I pull off my shirt, running my free hands gently over my breasts, imagining Stewart’s hands on them, the scruff of his cheeks scraping them.Stewart tilts my face up, stares into my eyes, and I struggle to maintain eye contact as Paul’s mouth takes me closer and closer to orgasm. My leg shudders around his neck, pulling his mouth closer, my pelvis beginning to thrust into his mouth as I grip his hair. “Come, baby. I want to see your face when you come. Come all over his face.”I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, fighting the sensation, Stewart’s hand puts pressure on my chin, and my eyes burst open as it comes, a swelling surge of pleasure, my mouth making animal, guttural so
“Thank you for the table.”He flashed that perfect smile and then left, the strange man in his ear, quick words speaking urgently as they disappeared into the crowd. I leaned back into the crook of Brad’s arm and sipped the champagne, glancing around the club, a sea of sequins, flirtations, and sexuality.“What’d you think of Marc?” Brad’s eyes held a hint of mischief.“He’s a little intense. Working hard that Rico Suave vibe he’s got going on.” I took a sip of champagne and looked out at the crowd.“Did it work?” Brad’s voice was low and dangerous, and I turned to see him watching me closely, a hint of a smile playing over his mouth.“What do you mean?”“He wants to fuck you,” Brad said matter-of-factly, leaning back in the seat and tipping his glass back, his eyes on mine.“What? No he doesn’t.”“I assure you, he does. You didn’t see his face when you walked up. How his eyes drank in every inch of you.”I shrugged, fighting the shot of pleasure that traveled through me. “Whatever.”