EIGHTEEN
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun…
Inside the house was everything I expected it would be. Sumptuous, extravagant, clean. A shame no one actually lived there.
Chad wanted to give me a tour, and while I was really, really, fascinated with the villa, I was more fascinated with him—and his dick—now that we were within four walls.
I suggested we take a shower. Together.
He just said okay. He wasn’t getting it. Wasn’t smelling the sex emanating from me.
Halfway down the hall to the guest bedroom, I lost out and launched myself at him.
Trained to detect sudden attacks, he expertly spun and caught me by the forearms, then drove me across the hall until my back was against the wall. Pinning me with his hips, he wordlessly dragged off my jacket and hauled my T-shirt over my head. My bra followed next.
Oh yeah.Nowhe was getting it.
Lips descending on mine, he claimed my mouth in that bossy, dominant manner of his. And as usual, woman to man, I submitted, offering up everything I had.
Between us, his hands cupped my breasts and kneaded, thumbs and forefingers simultaneously pinching my nipples. Primal, more ferocious, hungrier than he’d ever been for me, he was less than gentle.
Gripping the hem of his T-shirt, I yanked it up, and Chad paused for me to pull it over his head.
A clean, white gauze was taped over the stab wound on his shoulder. It took nothing away from his formidability, but instead it made him appear more deleterious, like a boss who could take a beat down.
And that drove me up the fucking wall with lust.
Chad held my face with both hands and reconnected our lips, while I nimbly undid his belt buckle and zipper.
No boxers again. This man seemed to have a vicious hatred for underpants.
I pushed his jeans down his hips, revealing his dragon’s tail, his well-defined V, and his stiff, hard cock that just popped out and up like a jack-in-the-box.
I palmed it, and the weighty thing pulsed in my hand, hot and venous, thick and intimidatingly huge. As I began stroking him, he thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding in and out of my tight fist.
“Ohnnh,” he groaned in my mouth.
Still stroking in synergy with his short hip thrusts, I used my free hand to pop the button on my jeans, but Chad’s hand intruded, slapping mine away and finishing the job.
Shoving my jeans down my thighs, he delved two fingers to my sopping wet core, while his mouth drifted down to my neck, kissing, licking, sucking.
Thumb circling the tip of my clitoris. Around. And around. And around.
“Ohsogoood,” I moaned out in sheer ecstasy.
He sank his teeth to the spot where my shoulder met my neck as he slipped a finger inside me, thumb still circling…circling…circling. So much sensation. So much.
As his finger pumped deliciously in and out of me, I found myself whispering to his neck, “I want you to take me from behind.”
Movements on pause, his body went rigid. “No.”
“Yes,” I whispered, driving my hips upward in a plea for him to continue working his fingers in those magic thrusts and circles unison.
But instead of resuming, he stopped altogether by removing his hand from between my thighs and taking a step back from me, shaking his head. “I’m not doing that, Jhay.”
I took a step forward to reseal the space between us. “It’s what I want.”I think.
