“Fuck,” I hiss, kissing down her neck, yanking down the satin cups. Her breasts spring free. With one in each hand, I pull her taught nipple into my mouth. Mariah’s hips roll into me as she moans, her fingernails scraping against my scalp.
Hooking my fingers through the delicate bands of her panties, I give them a pull. They break free as easily as my willpower.
I take her in like a teenager seeing a woman naked for the first time. She’s so fucking beautiful with curves around her hips, her breasts, and a softness to her legs and stomach. I wish I had more time to appreciate this, to revel in how lucky I am to be the one with her right now, but I don’t. That’ll have to come later.
“Why do you still have clothes on?” she pants.
“Because you’re naked,” I say, kissing a line across her from hip-to-hip. “It’s kind of hard to stop licking you.”
“If it’s only kind of hard, then we better stop.”
I stop. It’s actually painful to break contact, get to my feet, and face her without touching her again. But I manage. Somehow.
Slipping off my shoes, then my socks, I kick them to the side. I refuse to let her look anywhere else as I unbutton my shirt and send it flying. My pants and navy boxer briefs drop to the floor and go skidding to the side with the rest of my shit.
A smile tickles her lips as I palm my cock.
“Is this hard enough for you?” I ask.
The air between us sizzles, our gazes heating the space until it’s too much to take. We meet somewhere in the middle, our lips crashing against one another. Her hands wrap around my neck, her legs around my waist. I press her back to the door again, the shelf on the wall rattling at the force.
My shaft is buried between the ridges of my abs and the softness of her belly. She reaches down, touching the pre-cum glistening on the head.
“I have no condom,” I say, pressing my lips against the top of her shoulder.
“Now’s not the time to tell me that.” Her head hits the door, the sound thudding through the room.
“I’m clean,” I promise. “Had a check-up last month.”
She cups my cheeks, pulling my face to hers. “Why should I trust you?” she asks, nibbling my bottom lip.
Squeezing the cheeks of her ass, I groan. “Because I’m not an asshole. Good enough for you?”
“Fine. I’m on the pill.”
“Fabulous. But are you clean?” I tease, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She laughs, pulling away. “Fuck you.”
“I want to, but I have to be safe too.”
“Yes, of course I’m—”
I’m inside her with one thrust, parting her flesh with a single, solid stroke. She yelps as her muscles pull at mine, cinching my cock like a sheath.
“I’m inclined to believe you haven’t done this in a while,” I chuckle. The head of my dick is pulled back so hard by the tightness of her pussy that it almost hurts.
“Just shut up and fuck me, Lance.”
“Yes, madam.”
I bury myself in her. She’s soaked, her pussy burning inside for me. I shove myself inside her again, feeling her pulse around my throbbing cock.
She softly moans, her eyes fluttering open like she’s in a haze she’s can’t get out of as I pound into her. If I had my way, I’d keep her here permanently.
She feels too good wrapped around me. Too good in my arms. Too fucking gorgeous, and she’s glowing from what I’m doing to her. Me. A man who has no business touching a woman like her.
I’m an animal, a guy that intentionally keeps emotion out of the equation when sleeping with a woman. So why in the fucking hell does this not feel like a normal, run-of-the-mill fuck?
“Hey,” she breathes.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t stop.”
Mariah
A slow, sexy smile stretches across his face as he presses himself all the way until he hits the back of my pussy. I’m held between him and the door, his body sweaty against mine.
The butler’s pantry smells of sex and sugar mixed with Lance’s cologne.
I can barely breathe from the adrenaline, barely process the fact that he’s inside me. I’m dying for him to move, dying over the fact that he’s looking at me in a way I can’t deal with.
His chin lifts, his throat on full display. It leads to a set of muscled shoulders, a symmetrically perfect chest, and abs that make me whimper.
Tilting my hips forward, he doesn’t miss a beat. He rolls into me again, filling me with his rock-hard length.
He works himself against me, swirling across my clit. With each movement the door rattles, the cookbooks lining the door above us rustle against the shelf.
“Hold on,” he says.
Wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, he cups my ass in his hands and walks me to a counter. Pushing aside a cookie jar and a canister of flour, he sets my ass down on the cool marble.
My legs dangle off of the edge. My breasts sit on the top of my bra, my hair hangs in my face which is assuredly smeared with make-up, but I hold my breath as he takes me in.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growls.
I’m sure I’ve looked prettier, but I’ve never felt it more than I do right now with this man eyeing me like he wants to devour me.
“Show me,” I whisper.
His hands grip my hips almost too hard, dragging me towards the end of the counter. I reach for his cock, but he squats down instead.
He parts my legs and crouches between them, giving me a mischievous grin. His face inches closer to my opening until his tongue slides between my legs and laps at my wetness.
“Oh, my God,” I groan, my hands propping me up behind me. All I can see is the green of his eyes dancing with mirth as he watches me absorb the pleasure he’s doling out.
“Sit. Still,” he says, pressing on my stomach to hold me down.
“You’re so good at this,” I say as he inserts a finger into my hole. His tongue licks up to my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. “Fuck you for being so good at this.”
He chuckles against me, the humming of his throat making everything worse. Better. I don’t freaking know. My head spins, the relief I need is so close I can taste it.
“I’m going to come,” I groan.
Then he stops.
“What are you doing?” I ask through gritted teeth. I feel like a baby when I almost whine as he stands. “Lance!”
“Yes, you are.” He scoops me back up. I link my ankles at the small of his back. “You’re going to come on my cock.”
He’s inside me, splitting me in two, pounding me with no fucks given about the noise we’re making or the sensitivity of the situation. My back slams into a wall next to a rack of spices as my body screams around him.
His eyes are trained on me, his jaw tense. I want to return the favor, watch him watch me, but I can’t keep my eyes open as the pressure inside me soars.
“I’m so close,” I beg as he slides inside me again.
“Mariah?” A voice comes from down the hall.
I snap my attention to Lance through a blur. It’s just clear enough to see him grin.
“Bite my shoulder,” he instructs, “because I’m not stopping.”
“Mariah?” My mom calls out again.
He twirls his hips as he’s balls-deep inside me. It’s enough to tip me over the edge. My legs shake, my body goes slack. I bite down on his shoulder.
His skin is hot and hard in my mouth as he pounds into me. Growling under his breath, he presses me harder against the wall. His cock swells as he empties himself into me. It only makes me shudder even more.
Every muscle in my body aches. The light in the pantry is too bright. The bolt of delicious orgasm melts me from the inside out as it rolls through my veins with every movement from Lance.
His thrusts weaken while my bite turns into a slack-jawed kiss. I pop a final, lingering press against the center of his shoulder before pulling away.
He quiets, still inside me, as I take in the definite circle marring his tanned skin. He looks at it too and laughs.
“Sorry,” I say, half-heartedly.
“I’m not.” He slips out of me and drops me easily to my feet. Kissing the top of my head, he lets his lips linger a moment longer than necessary. “I’ve fantasized about the things you’d say while you come.”
As I smack his chest, the buzz of the orgasm starts to dissolve and a tinge of reality works its way back in. I slip my bra back up and find my dress as the truth of his words hits me. Pausing, I look at him. I almost don’t want to ask in case I heard him wrong, but I do want to know. “You’ve fantasized about me, huh?”
He scoops up his clothes and starts covering up the body I could look at forever.
“Yup,” he says, buttoning his shirt. “But not one of them was as good as that.”
My cheeks ache from the smile stretched across them as I search for my panties. I never thought he fantasized about me. Not really. Maybe wanted me for a quickie here or there, but never an all-out fantasy.
“Mariah?” A knock comes against the door. “Are you in there?”
Grabbing my panties from behind an oversized can of soup, I whip my head to Lance. He looks no worse for the wear.
“What are we going to do now?” I say, half in shock. “Oh my God, Lance.”
He snakes his arm around my waist and puts his lips to my ears. “I think you need to go to the restroom and clean yourself up. I just came so fucking hard.”
I swat his shoulder. “I’m serious!”
“We walk out like two consenting adults. Ready?” he winks.
“Not that I care, but what is she going to think?”
“That you’re one lucky lady,” he laughs.
Before I can overthink it anymore, he tugs open the door. My mother is standing on the other side. She looks at me, then at him, in surprise.
“Oh,” she says, swallowing roughly.
“Mrs. Stevens, you need to have someone look at this lock. It’s sticking,” he says blandly.