Fair market value, p.17
Fair Market Value, page 17
Then she slid her lips around the slick tip and his protests came to a crashing end.
Chapter Twelve
James knew he should close his eyes but he couldn’t look away. Watching Lauren slide her lips down his shaft was surely going to drive him insane. Even with her giant bun prodding his abdomen as her head bobbed up and down on his cock and her ridiculous pyjama top covering her amazing tits, she was easily the most erotic thing he`d ever seen in his life. No amount of lingerie or porn compared to her sitting bare-assed on the countertop he’d installed while she leaned down to suck his dick.
Needing some distraction, he carefully slid the elastic out of her hair and wrapped his fist around the silky length to keep it out of the way so he could watch his painfully hard length disappear into her lush mouth. She was slowly sinking down on him while cupping and lifting his balls. He couldn’t actually see this part since he was still wearing his shirt but he could definitely feel the expert way she was handling him.
He gritted his teeth as she stopped moving. He’d been expecting her to come to her senses and push him away any second. Now that this was actually happening he was fully prepared to beg her to continue if necessary. Groveling was not out of the question. But then he felt her tongue tracing the underside of his shaft and nearly howled with relief. She hadn’t regained her sanity. If he had his way she’d stay crazy for another forty years or so.
Seeing her again, feeling that connection between them, made him more determined than ever to keep her exactly where she was until they were too old to remember why they shouldn’t be together. If he had to keep her in a near constant state of arousal to do that then that’s what he’d do.
“God. Yes.” He hissed as she took him hard and deep. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and the pleasure became nearly unbearable. Unable to stop himself he buried both hands in her hair to guide her movements as he began thrusting into her mouth in short, shallow jabs of his hips.
To his shock, she was able to match his rhythm. His size often discouraged women from trying to take all of him orally but she met his thrusts with perfectly timed sucks and licks along the sensitive crown. He felt his control starting to snap but her mouth felt so good he couldn’t seem to pull away even though he desperately wanted to slide his cock inside that sweet pussy again. Holding back a roar, he pushed deep into her mouth and held himself there for a few seconds, grinding against the back of her throat. She didn’t protest, just relaxed her throat muscles and tried to take him as deep as he would go. God, she was fucking incredible.
With what felt like superhuman effort, he pulled back from her eager hands and seeking mouth. She actually dug her nails into his thighs and made a small grunt of complaint as he nearly fell back against the wall behind him.
“You didn’t like that?” She asked softly, looking up at him with watering eyes. Her lips were cherry-red and swollen from his rough treatment, but her hard nipples strained against her pyjama top and her eyes were dilated with undeniable passion.
His breath was coming out in pants and his hands were clenched at his sides as he tried to gain some semblance of control. “Are you kidding me? Your mouth makes me want to get down on my knees and thank God I have a dick.”
She smiled at this and raised an eyebrow. Beckoning with one hand she spread her legs a few more inches and glanced down at her boldly displayed pussy with a look of blatant invitation on her pretty face. “Thank him for me too, while you’re down there, ok?”
Jesus. She wanted him to go down on her again. Was it just his imagination or did his cock just grow another inch? He wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave it a pump or two to placate the straining organ. “Dammit. You are so fucking tempting but I need to feel if that pussy of yours is as tight and hot around my dick as I remember.”
She closed her legs in a graceful, demure gesture that nearly gave him a heart attack. He lunged forward, expecting her to jump off the counter and tell him to forget the whole thing but instead she held up her hand to ward him off as she awkwardly rolled over until she was lying face-down on the counter with her pert bottom sticking up in the air and her legs dangling down the side of the peninsula, her toes barely reaching the dark hardwood floor below.
She gave him a sly smile as she looked over her shoulder at him and wiggled her bottom suggestively in invitation. “By all means, let’s see if you’re as big and hard as I remember too.”
James was fairly certain he’d explode if he got any bigger or harder, but he wasn’t going to share that information with her. She clearly thought he was in control, but nothing could be further than the truth.
He usually loved taking a woman from behind. He got off on being able to watch and touch as much as he liked without the critical, needy eyes of his partner on him. Having Lauren completely at his mercy like this was like a feverish erotic dream come true. He would have been in heaven if there wasn’t something vaguely dismissive about the way she’d just flipped over and expected him to fuck her silly. Like she wanted this to be as lacking in intimacy as humanly possible.
But he was only a man, and if she wanted him to take her like an animal then he was more than ready to get his beast on.
Reaching out he pushed her pyjama top up her back, tracing her smooth skin with the pads of his fingers as he went until the soft cotton material was bunched up around her shoulder blades.
He studied her graceful back as he impatiently tugged his own shirt off. In moments he was standing over her, completely bare-assed naked. Finally. Her skin was so pale against the black satin lining of the coat beneath her. He smoothed his deeply-tanned hand over the back of one slim thigh, admiring the feminine curve of her waist and hips as he stepped up behind her.
She was lovely, but much too thin. She must have lost at least twenty pounds since he saw her last and she’d been willowy back then. Now she was looking frail. He could actually see each of her ribs clearly. This realization took the anger out of him completely. She had been through a lot. As annoyed as he was that she was reluctant to take a chance on him, he really couldn’t blame her for being cautious. She had lost so much. The least he could give her was some time. And a whole bucketful of pleasure.
Tenderness washed over him and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the elegant small of her back. She sighed and arched her back, like a cat seeking a caress.
“That feels nice,” she said softly. “Can you do that again?”
Could he? The high, round curve of her buttocks drew his attention like a beacon. As much as he would like to spend the next half hour exploring her back with his lips, he wanted to get his hands on that sweet ass. Better yet, he needed to fill his palms with her curves while he plunged his cock deep into her soft, wet heat.
He compromised by trailing kisses over the fullness of one buttock while tracing her spine with his fingertips.
He shifted his attention to the opposite cheek and softly bit down on the soft flesh.
Lauren gasped in surprise and threw her head back. “James!” She cried. “What are you doing back there? That’s a no bite-zone!”
He didn’t answer, just smiled against her silky skin. If the restless way she was moving her hips and rubbing her breasts against the counter were any indication, she was definitely enjoying his unconventional foreplay.
He was deliberately taking his time, trying to make it last because he was pretty sure he’d be a goner once he plunged his dick into her slick pussy. Her slightly parted legs gave him an amazing view of her pretty pink lower lips and he could see exactly how wet she was for him. The inside of her thighs was shiny with moisture and his mouth actually watered with his need to taste her again, but his aching cock demanded that he stay focused and avoid any more detours, no matter how delicious. So he licked the little divot above the crease of her bottom in farewell and aligned his body with hers, curling his chest over her slim back and sliding his shaft along the crease of her buttocks.
He pushed her long, dark hair to the side and kissed the side of her neck. “Are you ready for me?” He asked, grinding himself against her bottom.
She nodded energetically and pushed her hips up into his groin. “Yes. Oh yes. Please.”
“Spread your legs wide for me. I want you to feel every inch of me sliding into you.”
She hesitated and then adjusted her position slightly so there was enough space for James to step between her legs. Pressing his lower stomach against her upturned buttocks he wedged his hips between her splayed thighs and rested his heated forehead against her cool, silky shoulder.
Reaching down, James grabbed his cock by the thick base and bent his knees, lowering his body so the head was in position to finally take her. Instead of breeching her slick entrance immediately he rubbed himself along Lauren`s slippery folds and watched as her fingers curled around the collar of the coat she was lying on as her entire body tensed in anticipation of his penetration.
Sweat broke out on his lip as he slowly guided just the tip into her warm sheath. Her inner muscles fluttered and then tightened around him in a welcoming hug that had him gritting his teeth to hold back his impulse to plunge into her sweet heat.
“God, I love your pussy. It missed me. I can tell.” He grunted.
She giggled and looked back over her shoulder at him. “How can you tell? Are you a Pussy-Whisperer, or something?”
Chuckling, he grabbed her hips and held her still as he pulled back until the very tip of his cock was visible. She made a distressed sound that turned into a sigh of relief as he plunged back into her, this time sliding in a little deeper. “No. You’re just so fucking tight. I’ve never felt anything so good.” He pushed in another inch and felt her body bearing down on him, resisting the invasion of his oversized cock. The friction was unbelievable. She was so slick with excitement he nearly lost control right then and there but he wanted to be seated deeply inside of her when he came. He needed to claim what was his in the most primitive and elemental way known to man.
Easing his other hand down past her hip, he cupped her mound and squeezed as he circled his hips, making room for his girth as he parted her folds and circled her distended little clit. “Easy now. Tell me you want to take my cock as deep as it can go. You do want it, don’t you?”
She nodded and tried to thrust her hips up in an attempt to force him to take her but he held her down with one hand on the small of her back. “I don’t think you’re quite wet enough to take all of me. Tell me. What will it take for you to get really nice and soaking wet? Do I need to tell you how often I jerked off while thinking of you over the past few months? Will that get you excited enough, do you think?” He couldn’t imagine her getting any wetter and yet he nearly howled in triumph as he felt her body immediately stretch to accommodate him. He surged forward another inch and then held himself still, allowing her to get used to him.
“Did you really do that? Touch yourself?” Nearly panting, Lauren reared up on her elbows and flipped her hair over her shoulder. The silky strands slid down her back and he wished he had another hand free so he could wrap her hair around his fist to keep her in place. He really needed to avoid going off like a rocket but now she was doing something amazing with her internal muscles, tightening them and loosening them around him in a slow, undulating rhythm that rippled along his length. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head from the amazing pressure but somehow he clung to his control.
“Every day. Every fucking day I jerked myself off and thought of you. Of this.” He thrust forward another few inches.
Lauren let out a soft moan and arched her back.
“Did you? Touch yourself and think of me?” He pulled back again, nearly dislodging his cock from her slippery sheath.
She shook her head, sending her hair flying around her shoulders in a dark cloud. “Don’t stop. Please.”
His nostrils flared in hurt and anger. Couldn’t she have lied and told him what he wanted hear? Just this once? But no, Lauren wasn’t offering him any false hope, even now when he was buried halfway in her delectable body; she still wouldn’t admit she wanted him for more than sex. But did she mean she hadn’t thought of him at all? Or that she hadn’t masturbated while thinking of him? These were two very different things. If she hadn’t thought of him at all over the past four months then there really wasn’t any hope for them. But the other? Well, that might have nothing to do with him. It was possible that she just had some weird hang up about touching herself. Some people did. He couldn’t believe that a woman as sexy as Lauren didn’t take the edge off once in a while. The thought was just unacceptable.
“Do it now.”
She went completely still. “What?”
“You heard me. Do it now. Touch yourself while I fuck you.” He rolled his hips once, twice, three times. “Get those hands busy if you want all of it.” Why was he being so crude? He couldn’t seem to help himself. He wanted to be gentle and tender with her but something in him resisted. This was the how he wanted it: raw and a little dirty. Why pretend otherwise? If she didn’t like his rougher side then maybe she wasn’t the one for him after all.
To his immense relief, she tentatively reached down, tunneling her hand beneath her soft belly until her fingers met his between her legs.
“That’s it,” he said, pressing down on her fingertip until they brushed her clit. “Can you feel how hot and wet you are?” He removed his hand from between her legs and slid it up her body until he was able to cup a full breast as he leaned down and licked a trail along one elegant shoulder blade. Her hard little nipple pressed into the palm of his hand and he flicked it with his thumb.
Beneath him, Lauren whimpered and began thrusting her hips. “James. You said you’d give it all to me if I touched myself. Please. I need it.”
He gave her breast a little squeeze and then reared back. He gripped her surprisingly full hips with both hands and eased his cock all the way into her exquisite pussy.
She cried out and immediately began bucking her hips, trying to get him to give her the friction she needed to come. He tried to hold her down but her buttocks were bouncing so enticingly as she writhed around his cock that he couldn’t deprive himself of the sight. He wrapped one hand in her silky hair to hold her in place instead. Looking down, he watched his cock disappear into her body as she moaned and touched herself with frenzied fingers.
With a guttural roar, he let loose the torrent that had been building for what felt like forever and drove hard and deep into her body. He felt his balls resting against the lips of her pussy as he ground himself into her that very last inch and held himself still.
Her slick flesh gripped him so tightly it was hard to imagine ever wanting to leave but his body demanded that he move, move, move, so he slowly pulled back his hips and then thrust deep again.
Soon he was driving himself in and out of her slick channel in long, smooth, powerful strokes that gradually grew shorter and shallower as the pleasure overtook him.
He felt the tremors in her body begin just as his own control slipped away from him. With a shout and one final thrust, he came hard inside her as she convulsed around him, calling his name in a raspy cry that seemed to echo throughout the small room.
Knees weak, he sunk down on top of her and rested his head on her smooth back as the tremors left his body and self-doubt returned between one heartbeat and the next.
Chapter Thirteen
Monday morning
“What are we doing here, Serena?” Lauren asked, looking up at the large red brick structure before them in puzzlement.
It was two days after the night of the fire alarm and she was sitting shotgun in Serena’s white convertible Mercedes. The top was down and they were parked directly in front of a grand building with the words, “Kensington Academy” printed in large gothic letters above the imposing entrance. Children in burgundy uniforms were slowly filing under the archway, looking solemn and more than a little reluctant as they dragged themselves up the long set of stairs.
Lauren knew how they felt. She wasn’t exactly full of pep this sunny morning either. For one thing, her muscles were sore. Not hamstrings or trapezius muscles either, but some rather more private muscles she’d never actually strained before were protesting every single time she moved her lower body.
It was no wonder really. James had given her the workout of a lifetime on Saturday night. First, he’d taken her on her kitchen counter and then, once he’d recovered the use of his own legs, he’d carried her to her small bedroom and kissed and licked all the areas he’d missed the first time around. This was followed by a rather precarious and hilarious interlude in her tiny shower and another long, leisurely love-making session in the early morning hours that had left her so wrung out by pleasure that she was fairly certain she’d fallen asleep with him still pulsating inside of her.
He had been insatiable. So demanding and overwhelmingly sensual that she’d happily given herself over to him to command. It was her own fault really that she was suffering the effects of an overly strenuous night. A girl simply didn’t bait a man like James unless she wanted to pay the price. And she had been more than willing to pay. After all, she’d deliberately challenged him to win her over with sex, but she’d never considered that such a thing was really possible.
Her taunt had just been her way of giving herself permission to enjoy him one more time. He could sex her up all he wanted. It wasn’t going to change her mind about wanting him in her life. At least that’s what she told herself. Then she’d woken in the early morning hours to find him curled around her and she’d been inundated with all kinds of warm, fuzzy feelings towards the owner of the big arm resting across her stomach. She’d been convinced.
For about thirty seconds.
That was when she realized that not once in the four times they’d had sex had either of them ever mentioned birth control. Their stupidity was unforgiveable. It was insane to have sex with a stranger without some kind of protection and yet she’d been so carried away that she’d forgotten about the most basic rule of responsible sex.
