“Baby girl, the things I want to do to you… What I would give to feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock as you come.”
I moaned again as his words filled me with a heatunlike anything I had felt before.
Suddenly, he stood, picking me up and carrying me to the nearby desk. He laid me gently on it and then kissed me. I opened for him eagerly, completely lost to the lust that filled my body. When he leaned back, I could see the same feelings reflected back in those bright blue eyes.
“Vixen, baby, if we do this, you’re mine, and I am yours. There’s no going back, so be sure you want this.”
I felt the briefest flicker of doubt, a small voice in the back of my mind wondering if he would feel the same if he knew the truth about me. But selfishly, I didn’t care at that moment. All I knew was how badly I wanted this man.
“Let me hear you say it, gorgeous. I need you to say it.”
His hand traveled down my stomach until he found the mound between my thighs, and he pressed there. His blue eyes searched mine, a heat in them, as he rubbed me through my shorts, and I couldn’t help but buck at the sensation.
“Dalton, baby, please… for the love of God, yes, please.”
His smile was nothing like the carefree one I usually saw. This one was all sex and sin and full of promise.
“I’ve been waiting for the day I would finally get to hear you beg for me, Vixen.”
He pulled off my shorts, and the second he lowered his face between my legs, I saw stars. Hands braced on my thighs, the man ate me out like I was a five-star feast, and he was starving. He kept me pinned on the table, tongue swiping through my folds. He gently dragged his teeth over my clit, then blew cold air over the warm wetness. I bucked again, and I felt his rumble of pleasure in my core.
I wasn’t sure how long I lay on that desk, how many times he licked and sucked and nibbled every inch of the sensitive skin between my thighs. When I came, I screamed his name and ground mercilessly against his face, one hand wrapped in his hair. His tongue circled myclit one last time before he put two fingers inside of me and stood up, leaning in to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, and he watched me as he worked me with his fingers. I swear I could feel the calluses on his hands, as he rubbed the heel of his palm against my clit and slid another finger into me.
When my eyes closed as a second orgasm built, he used his other hand to grab my throat. “Look at me, Vixen. Look at me when you come.”
I was helpless to do anything but obey and screamed his name like a confession dragged from my lips.
Somehow, he managed to wrangle a third orgasm out of me, and by that point, my bath was rendered obsolete. I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and he hadn’t even put his cock in me, though I had all but begged for it. When I was not much more than a trembling mess, he picked me up and carried me back to the chair. I was sore, in a completely delicious way. I curled up in his lap, resting my head under his chin. He grabbed his jacket and used it as a makeshift blanket.
At some point, I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bed. I was snuggled under the covers, the moon lighting up the room just enough to see my bags on the dresser and my phone on my nightstand.
I reached for it, noting the missed call from Uncle Tommy and the messages from Maria and Holly. It was almost four a.m. I lay there, hoping to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t despite the immensely comfy bed. I crawled from underneath the sheets and rolled my neck before padding into the hallway. I wasn’t quite sure which room was Dalton’s, but I was determined to find it. The first door I opened looked like a cleaning closet with linens and various supplies. The second and third doors led to sparsely decorated bedrooms. The fourth, a small bathroom. I grumbled, sleepy and growing irritated.
But the fifth door yielded something more interesting.
The curtain was drawn over the window, but the dim light from the hallway enabled me to see enough. I glanced around before going in. Navy blue bedding covered a neatly made bed as big as mine. The furniture was a rich oak, and the carpet under my feet was plush. I walked over to the dresser and picked up one of the photographs on it. I realized this must be Mac’s room, and I looked over the picture of two young boys holding each other and laughing. The familiar mess of blond hair next to the equally familiar black hair, slicked back even then.
I put the picture down with the rest of them. A smiling older woman, I assumed was their mother. A sunset over the dock I had been sitting on last night. A group of bikes outside the familiar clubhouse. Part of me wanted to look around, but a bigger part just wanted to go back to sleep. So, with one last look around, I quietly shut the door and went to the one next to it. This room was decorated in a forest green, but had a sleeping figure in the bed.
As quiet as I could, unsure if I would be welcome, I slipped under the sheets and lay next to Dalton. I hardly dared to breathe, though I longed to touch him. Suddenly, he rolled towards me and, in one smooth motion, pulled me into him. I twisted until my back was flush with his chest, and he held me tight.
“You’re not as sneaky as you think, Vixen.”
I whispered back, “I wasn’t sure you would want me here.”
He pressed a kiss against my bare shoulder, where my top had slipped down. “Baby girl, you are always welcome in my bed. Now, go to sleep. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”
I was asleep before I even registered his words.
When I woke up again, the sunlight was fighting its way through the thick curtains, and a nearby clock told me it was just past nine. Dalton was still asleep—he had rolledover onto his back at some point—and I smiled when I realized the comforter was tented to a rather impressive height over his groin. Deciding I was already in it this far, I used every ounce of stealth in my body to slide deeper under the sheets. He groaned like he was waking up when I pulled down his shorts, but a quick peek told me he was still asleep. His cock was fully erect, the veins in it making my pussy practically weep. I was dying to know how he felt inside of me, but first, I wanted to give him a little bit of the pleasure he had given me in the office.
He twitched when I slid my lips over him, and I relaxed my throat as much as I could until I reached his base. Mouth wrapped around him, I licked him from the tip down, and began to suck like I was trying to drag his soul out. His hips bucked, and this time, when he groaned, he said, “Damnit, Vixen, holy fuck…”
I smiled around him and didn’t hold back—taking him into my mouth like I wanted to wreck him with the same hunger he stirred in me. He flipped the covers back and fisted his hand in my hair. I peered up at him through my lashes and dragged my teeth gently up the shaft before licking the precum off the tip, and sucking him back down to the base.
“Just like that, baby girl, let me see those pretty lips work.”
I loved it when his pretty boy persona slipped—the man who gave me orders in bed was a man used to being in charge. To having his orders obeyed. I moaned, knowing he would feel the vibration, and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock as I bobbed my head up and down with zeal.
