The One Where They Have A Second First Time

She looks fucking beautiful.

She’s a vision in that turquoise lace, and I’ve barely been able to keep my eyes off of her. The way it hugs her body like a second skin has had my cock twitching inside my pants all night, and now I’m almost ready to drag her out of here and take her to our room.

Almost.

For a minute longer, I watch her. I watch the way she smiles, her face lighting up as she does, and the gentle way she pushes her wayward hair from her face. I watch the way she lifts her glass to her mouth and sips the wine inside. The way her throat bobs as she swallows, and my eyes settle on her chest as she laughs, making her perky tits jerk with the motion.

Shit… Fuck… I swallow the last of my drink as the woman she was talking to leaves and crosses the room. My eyes never leave Dayton. Nothing is stopping me from taking this woman upstairs and burying my cock inside her tonight.

I throb at the thought, blood rushing downward and hardening my dick. She turns away from me and brings her glass to her lips again.

“We’re going,” I whisper behind her, my lips brushing the nape of her neck.

“It’s still early.” Amusement threads through her tone—amusement I plan to fuck right out of her.

“Turn around.”

Slowly, she does as I say and rests her hands on my chest. I lower my face to hers, keeping our eye contact, and she draws in a long breath.

“Now tell me, do I look like a give a fuck?”

Dark eyes flick over my face. “No.”

I wrap an arm around her back, my hand settling on her waist, and whisper, “Then let’s go.”

Full of certainty, I lead her through the busy room. Everyone who glances our way is met with my hard stare. I’m not stopping. Not this time. Not ever. Not with Dayton.

I jab the button on the elevator impatiently.

“No goodbyes?” she mutters.

I flip her toward the elevator and lean against her. Her body is soft beneath mine, and I take advantage of the slight part of her lips by covering them with mine. “I’m going to be inside you within the hour and you’re worried about saying goodbye?”

Her quick intake of breath is audible.

“Hmm?” I push my hips into her.

“No. Not worried.”

Good, I think, wrapping a hand around her neck and taking her mouth prisoner with mine. I kiss her firmly and desperately, letting her know how much I need her. Fuck, does she even know? Can she even comprehend the way I need to feel her bare skin against mine?

I break the kiss and back into the suite, tugging her with me. I meet her eyes and show her the truth of my words in my gaze, because I mean every fucking bit of it.

“Leave it,” I demand sharply. “All the client bullshit, all the money, and all the obligations. Leave it in the motherfucking elevator and tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to fuck you so hard the only thing you’ll be able to scream by the end of the night is my name.”

She says nothing, just stares at me, her cheeks flushing.

“Say it!” I pull her closer, harshly, demandingly.

“I want you!” Her voice is small but strong. “Fucking hell. I shouldn’t but I do. I want you.”

“How badly?”

“Don’t push it.”

I dig my fingers into her skin and lower my face. “How fucking badly?”

“So bad that if you don’t kiss me right this fucking second I might hit you!”

My lips crash into hers with the ferocity I feel inside. I need this woman naked and I need my cock inside her. There will be nothing slow or loving about this. There’s too much rawness for this to be anything but intense and hard. There’s too much time passed. Too much desperation to feel completeness once more.

Her fingers find my jacket as I nibble on her bottom lip and she pushes it over my shoulders.

“Want me or need me?” I clarify.

“Shut up and take it off before I rip it off.” There’s a quiet moan in her voice, and a rush goes through me at the thought that she’s as affected by me as I am by her.

“You forgot something.” I unzip her dress, allowing my fingertips to ghost down her spine.

“What’s that?”

“My name.”

She pulls back and her eyes bore into mine. “I’m about to rip your shirt off, Mr. Stone. Are you okay with that?”

My cock throbs. “Not really.”

“Tough shit.” A smile plays on her lips as she does it anyway.

I push her against the wall and sweep my tongue through her mouth in one long, possessive stroke. So she understands that no other man will ever fucking touch her the way I am right now. The way I plan to. No other man will ever see her come.

She whimpers into my mouth, a sound that makes me kiss her harder. She drops her hands to my belt, and I step back.

“Hell no. Don’t you remember what I said?”

I feel her body tense, from the muscles in her hands grasped by mine to the thigh alongside my own.

My tongue flicks out against her neck with my quiet chuckle. “I’m going to taste you now, Dayton. And I’m going to take my sweet fucking time exploring every bit of that beautiful cunt.”

Her chest rises and falls frantically as I kiss down her neck and across the curve of her breasts. Her gorgeous, gorgeous tits that are begging to be held in my hands… Later. Right now, I can smell the wetness drenching what she calls panties, and it’s calling to me.

My lips travel down her stomach to the curve of her hip and the turquoise string resting on it. There’s nothing to these panties—fucking nothing at all—and I relish this. She picked these for me. She picked them because she knew I’d like the skimpy material that barely covers any of her.

I brush my finger across the material covering the mound above her folds and hook the tip beneath it.

“I like these. I hope you asked her for more than one pair.”

I run my finger across the side and tug hard. The material frays then rips, falling away from her body and exposing the most intimate part of her to me the way it should be.

“Nope. Just that one.”

“Order more.” I lightly blow on her mound, smiling at the shiver that runs through her body at the sensation. She pushes her hips forward in a silent beg for my mouth against her ready flesh.

I slowly run my hands across her thighs, savoring the silky feel of her skin beneath my palms, and hook her legs over my shoulders just like I once promised I would. I never break a fucking promise, especially not where Dayton and her pussy are concerned.

“Please,” she whimpers, hooking her ankles behind my back.

I squeeze her tight ass, moving my mouth infinitesimally closer to her. “Are you begging?”

“No.”

I run my nose along her thigh, pausing just before I reach the spot she’s dying for me to touch her at.

“Are you begging?” I ask again, a hardness in my voice that demands a real answer.

“Yes,” she gasps. “I’m fucking begging you!”

I stretch my tongue out and slowly run it across her slit, from her ass to the tip of her clit. I find her ready channel and flick my tongue inside it, her juices covering my tongue as I do. She tastes…

“Fuck,” I moan, running my tongue along her again. I forgot this, this fucking incredible feeling of her against my mouth. “You taste amazing.”

Her answering cry is music to my ears. I push her legs open even farther and continue my exploration of her pussy. She clenches her muscles beneath my fingertips and pushes her hips into my face. Small moans and cries fall repeatedly from between her lips, and I glance up.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, and I can feel how close to the edge she is. I want to take her there. I want her to fall apart on my tongue.

“Dayton,” I growl as I touch my thumb to her clit.

It has the desired effect as she explodes into my mouth and tugs on my hair and cries out loudly. I flex my tongue against her until she’s calm, but her body is still quivering with the aftereffects of her orgasm when I lower her legs to my waist and stand.

Cupping her ass with my hand, I reach between us and position the end of my cock against her wet opening. The urge to slide inside her right now, to bury myself right to the hilt and feel her warmth around me is so strong. Instead, I hold back, teasing both of us with the gentle rubbing of my head against her.

“For the love of God, Aaron,” Dayton breathes out, “just fuck me already!”

“You asked for it,” I say as I close my lips over hers and push inside her with ease.

Her pussy walls clench around me, and it’s like fucking heaven being inside her. Everything I remember and so, so much fucking more.

I push into her a second time and her pleasured shudder undoes me. I cup the back of her head, tilt her hips, and thrust into her harder and faster. Sweat covers our skin, and Dayton tightens her grip on my waist, allowing me to push even deeper inside her.

She reaches her fingers into my hair and grips hard, dropping her forehead to my shoulder. Every clench of her pussy brings me closer to the edge. Her high moans are my kryptonite, tightening my grasp on her body and deepening my thrusts inside her.

And I can feel it, the moment she holds back. The sharp intake of breath is too much.

“Stop fucking holding it back,” I whisper into her ear. Her cunt clamps down on me, and my balls tighten as my own orgasm threatens. “Fuck. Dayton. Come. Now!”

She drops her head back, but that’s not good enough. I want her looking into my fucking eyes so she remembers this moment. So she remembers that the person making her come isn’t just a fucking client.

“Eyes. Look at me.”

She moans, and they open briefly.

“Open your eyes!”

She does as I say this time, and I find myself lost in her dark, seductive gaze.

“Don’t you dare close them. I want to see you and feel you come.” I push deeper into her.

“Fuck,” she whimpers.

“Hard. Come hard or not at all. Got it?”

She nods, and I take that as my cue. I pound into her, my cock reaching the very depths of her pussy, rubbing that sensitive spot over and over. I feel my cock swelling as her muscles tighten around me, and when I think she’ll never come, she does.

She all but screams my name, tugging hard on my hair and squeezing my cock. The simultaneous action pulls my orgasm from me.

“God, Dayton,” I groan into her neck, burying myself deep inside her as her muscles clench and pull everything she can from me.

She’s shaking in my grip. Her whole body is quivering against me, and I kiss her to steady her. Her lips are warm as they sweep against mine, and I pull her from the wall.

Dayton pulls her hands from my hair and wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me close. I lower her to the bed, but she doesn’t let go. Her arms stay firmly around me, and my cock is still inside her. I silence all the questions in my mind and spin us to the side.

I wrap my arms around her beautiful body and pull her against me. She snuggles into me, burying her face in my neck, and I close my eyes to a sigh leaving her lips. A sigh that sounds decidedly happy, I think.

I trail my fingers up and down her spine until, eventually, we both fall asleep.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 762