“Mmm, that’s a tough one,” I purred, pretending to think it over. “What if I’d rather savor the taste of your...cock instead?” I asked, glancing down, a bulge already forming. His cheeks turned as red as a tomato, and I grinned. Cory McCrae, the big, bad CEO of one of the most intimidating finance firms in town, was blushing like a schoolgirl. It was priceless, and I loved it.
Seizing the chance, I purred, “Or, we could always create a little symphony of pleasure, you know, where we... explore each other... at the same time?” I let my voice trail off suggestively. That did the trick. Cory’s eyes practically caught fire, and we were both tearing off our clothes in record time.
Cory helped me onto the mattress, my grip on his hand tight as I straddled his head. Normally, I might have felt self-conscious, with my most intimate parts bared for his view, but my focus was solely on the impressive erection jutting from the wiry nest of curls.
Fuck, his cock was every bit as enticing as I remembered.
Time to discover if it tasted as good as it looked. Cory’s hands settled on my knees, sending a jolt of electricity up my thighs. He traced a path upward, leaving trails of heat wherever his skin encountered mine. I let a shiver run over me, my body already humming with anticipation.
Leaning in, I cinched my fingers around the root of his stiff cock. Its weight and girth filled my palm, a promising preview of the delight to come. His only response was a subtle tightening of his grip on my ass, but that was enough for me. I knew I’d have him writhing beneath me soon enough.
A sly smile spread across my lips as I pumped him gently, relishing the thrill of withholding the full intensity of my touch. I wanted to toy with him, to stretch out his pleasure until he was desperate for more. I’d barely grazed over him three times when the warm breath that tickled my sensitive skin became a hungry tongue.
My eyelids fluttered as the tip of his tongue moved over my clit, feather-light, exactly the way I was touching him. He was matching my rhythm, stroke for stroke, and it was driving me wild. I could feel myself growing wetter with each pass of his tongue, my body aching for more.
I tightened my grip on his cock, increasing the pressure a little. He groaned in response, the sound sending a thrill through me.I loved knowing I had this effect on him, that I could make him lose control with just a touch.
But I wasn’t done teasing him yet. I released his cock and leaned back, giving him a coy smile. “Not so fast,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I want to make sure you’re nice and wet, too.”
With that, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth. He tasted just as good as I hoped, salty and sweet at the same time. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring every lick.
Cory’s hands tightened on my ass, pulling me closer. I could feel his hips starting to move, thrusting his cock gently into my mouth. I took him deeper, my lips sliding down his shaft until I could feel him hitting the back of my throat.
I inhaled deeply, gearing up for more. I wanted to make this the best damn blowjob of his life, to make him lose it in my mouth. I closed my eyes and pictured him moaning my name as he came, his warmth washing over my tongue. God, that thought alone was enough to send a shiver through me. My own arousal was building, my body trembling with need.
I pulled back, my lips slurping off his engorged cock with a wet pop, and I looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Not so fast,” I purred, a devious smile curling my lips. “I’ve got a new plan.”
Cory’s answer was a low growl, his hands tightening on my hips. I smiled, feeling a thrill of power run through me. I was in control, and I loved it.
Crawling around him like a sexy panther, I smirked when I saw the hungry look in his eyes. He’d already rolled on a condom and was more than ready for act two. I straddled him, positioning myself above his rock-hard cock. Slowly, I lowered myself down,taking him inch by delicious inch, relishing in the way his eyes rolled back into his head. As I felt him fill me completely, I moaned, my walls clenching around him. I started to move, grinding my hips in circles, teasing him as much as I was teasing myself. I loved the way his breath hitched with each thrust and the way his hands gripped the sheets as if that was the only thing keeping him from exploding right then and there.
It was intense, hot, and completely erotic. I could feel every inch of him inside me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation.
Cory’s hands were everywhere, touching me, teasing me. He knew exactly what I liked, and he wasn’t holding back. I could feel myself getting closer, my body trembling with need.
But I didn’t want to come yet. Not until I had him right where I wanted him. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest. “Come with me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Cory’s response was immediate. He thrust upward, his cock hitting me deep. Oh fuck, he was big. I could feel him tensing, his body on the edge. I moved with him, my hips rocking back and forth as we raced towards the finish line.
And then it happened. I felt myself coming, my body shaking with the force of it. Cory followed a moment later, his cock pulsing inside me as he came.
We stayed intertwined for a moment, our ragged breaths mingled in the air. The intensity of what just happened still lingered, a delicious warmth that left me craving more. But exhaustion won, and I melted into him, succumbing to sleep.
When I woke up, the room was cloaked in darkness, with only the faint outline of Cory’s form visible. His arm was flungcarelessly over his face, the sheet clutched at his waist. I knew the contours of his body well already; each muscle was etched into my memory. The temptation to trace those lines with my tongue was overwhelming.
But even after the mind-blowing sex we had, my brain was still a chaotic mess of thoughts. I needed some breathing room and a gulp of fresh air to sort things out. As stealthily as a ninja, I wriggled free from the tangled sheets and scooped up my clothes.
The perk of living in a city? Taxis were always plentiful, eager to whisk me back to the sanctuary of my own place. The dreaded morning-after chat could wait, or maybe it wouldn’t even happen. For the time being, all I craved was a little space.
TWENTY-ONE
Cory
I slowly peeled my face off the desk, my eyes still foggy from last night’s sleep deprivation. Rylee had made a quiet exit before the sun even showed up. A part of me was grateful she didn’t stick around - our tangled connection was already complex enough, and we didn’t need any cringe-worthy morning chats. But this tiny voice was in my head, whispering a wistful sigh that she hadn’t stuck around for a “one more for the road” before vanishing into the twilight.
I kept revisiting every earth-shattering moment of last night. Never had anyone lit me up like Rylee did. She sparked a blaze inside so fierce the embers were still smoldering. But now, with my head clearing, I just didn’t know where things stood between us. Where could we possibly go from here?
If I was being real, things between us were tangled, even before our little misunderstanding. She was my toughest competition - the one person who could single-handedly topple everything Fury and I had painstakingly built up.