Chapter Three

 

Anya

Holy shit—Devlin kissed the hell out of me. I’d never had better, and I wanted more, more, more.

“Wearing what shit?” I asked huskily.

He groaned as he snapped the silk of one of my garters against my skin. “This, Anya. And this,” he continued as he trailed his hand around my backside and tugged at my thong.

“Are you really giving me shit about my underwear, Mr. Fitzpatrick?”

Bringing his right hand to the front of my thong, he shook his head as he barked out a harsh sound. “Just saying that if I knew this was what you had on, I’d have lost the fight long before now.”

I whimpered as he pushed it to the side and cupped my sex. “Such a smooth, wet pussy,” he moaned. “Have you been thinking dirty thoughts about me, Miss Sims?”

Sliding my hand between us, I palmed his hard cock through his clothes and gave a little squeeze. “I’ll answer if you will, Mr. Fitzpatrick.”

“Dammit Anya,” he growled as he thrust against my hand. “When you’re touching my dick, you call me Devlin.”

“That isn’t an answer, Devlin.”

I gasped as he traced his middle finger up and down on my clit.

“I think about you all the time,” he answered gruffly.

“Me, unf, oh God, me too,” I moaned as he sank two fingers into my soaked pussy.

“Jesus your cunt is tight,” he hissed. “Are you going to let me do all the things I’ve thought about doing to you, Anya? Be warned; they’re filthy.”

I bit my lip as I tilted my head back against the wall. “That depends. Are you going to let me do all the dirty, dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you?”

“I knew it,” he hissed. “You really are trying to kill me.”

“That wasn’t an answer,” I panted. My pussy grew even wetter as he rubbed my clit with his thumb while he fucked me with his fingers.

“You can do whatever you want,” he murmured.

“Then yes,” I moaned. “I’m all yours.”

He pulled his fingers from me so quickly I felt like I had whiplash. “Stand up,” he ordered.

Letting go of the hold my thighs had around his waist I set my feet on the floor.

“Get your shit,” he rasped.

My stomach dropped as I gaped at him. That son of a bitch had been fucking with me.

“You are the biggest piece of shit ever. I can’t believe you just played me like that—”

He covered my mouth with his hand and ground against me. “Jesus, Anya. I’m not fucking stopping,” he said harshly. “But you’re out of your mind if you think my office is where I’m going to fuck you. There’s a big bed waiting for us in my bedroom, which you know damn well is three buildings down. Get. Your. Shit. The quicker you do, the faster I can get my mouth on your clit and my cock in your cunt.”

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky as he spoke. “You want to go out in that?” I asked.

“We’ll run. I promise we’ll make it, sweetheart. Now get your shit so we can go.”

In my right mind, I’d have told him to pound sand—I mean really, who tried to outrun lightning in the pouring rain? But I wanted his cock enough that I was willing to risk life and limb to get it.

Pushing him aside, I hurried through the dark office and went to my desk to grab my purse. Devlin came out a second or so later, the sound of him jingling his keys telling me he was itching to lock up and go.

Grabbing my hand, he hurried me out the door. The rain was still coming down fast and furious as he stabbed the key into the lock and secured the office. We hurried down the stairs, but I was significantly slower than him in my heels. Stooping down he threw me over his shoulder and ran through the rain to get to his front door. The speed with which he got us there didn’t matter—the rain was so extreme that we were both soaked. He held me still with one hand wrapped around my waist as he unlocked his front door, ignoring my shriek as another bolt of lightning lit up the area.

He set me down on my feet and made sure I was steady before he turned, locked the door, and threw his keys on a table in the entryway. “Strip,” he growled. He said this as he tore off his suit jacket and tossed it to the floor like it was a JC Penny special instead of Brooks Brothers. I kicked off my heels and set them upside down to dry. He undid his tie in a hurry before he ripped his shirt off without care. Sensing a theme, I undid two of the buttons on my blouse and pulled it up and over my head. He growled as a bolt of lightning gave him a view of my red pushup bra. I’d barely had time to unzip my skirt before he had his shoes, socks, and the remainder of his clothes off, leaving him in only a pair of dark boxer briefs. Gripping the waist of my skirt, he tugged it down and helped me step out of it before he lifted me into his arms and carried me up the stairs.

When we got to his bedroom, he set me down in the middle of his bed and walked away. A few seconds later he reappeared with a towel, which he then used to dry my hair as much as he could. Once I was as dry as I could be, he rubbed his own hair until it was dryer before he tossed the towel off the edge of the bed and climbed up over me.

I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he covered my lips with his and kissed me deeply. I could hardly believe Devlin Fitzpatrick was damn near naked on top of me. As we kissed, he reached behind my back and undid my bra. Taking his mouth from mine, he pulled the straps down and took the bra off.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I wish I could see this,” he murmured before he leaned in and sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue against my skin was incredible. My clit throbbed, and my pussy got wetter as he went back and forth between my breasts.

I slid my hands into his damp, silky hair as he kissed his way down my torso. A whimper escaped me when he stopped and dipped his tongue into my bellybutton. Gripping my garter belt, he said, “this stays on.”

I nodded as he continued kissing his way down my body. When he got to my red silk thong underwear, he ripped the sides with ease before tossing the ruined panties to the floor.

Burying his face against my molten core, he groaned. “I’ve dreamt of this probably five hundred times,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling the smooth skin of my mound.

“Me too,” I admitted.

My back arched as his hot tongue swiped across my clit. Devlin went from zero to sixty in under a second, his mouth devouring me desperately as he ate my pussy like he couldn’t get enough. He growled against me as he plunged two fingers inside and began to thrust them in and out. I gasped, rocking against his tongue as he fucked me with his fingers. The scrape of his stubble against my sensitive flesh set my body on fire. As many times as I’d imagined it, nothing had prepared me for the real thing. I could barely wrap my mind around how good his tongue and fingers felt on and inside of me.

“Devlin,” I moaned, my head thrown back as I ground myself against his mouth.

The sound of his tongue lapping against my clit was almost too much for me to handle. I tugged his hair as I came, crying out something nonsensical as he scissored his fingers inside of me, the movement making me that much wetter.

“Oh God,” I yelled. “Fuck!”

I was still coming when he came up and spread my legs. “Keep them spread,” he ordered.

Hearing him tug off his boxers made me frown because I wished I could see his cock. I’d felt it when I was grinding against him in the office, but I wanted more. I wanted everything.

Settling between my legs, he rubbed his head against my opening. “It’s going to take you a few seconds to adjust. I’ve got a big fucking dick,” he growled.

I moaned as he pushed the head in, my body struggling to accommodate it. Jesus, he wasn’t kidding. If the head was anything to go by, his dick was massive.

“Don’t worry,” he rasped as he rubbed his thumb against my clit and slid a little deeper. “Bigger is better, Anya. Once I break you in, you’ll beg for it.”

I groaned as he leaned in and kissed me, his cock sliding in inch by inch. Ripping his mouth from mine, he made a tortured sound. “So fucking tight,” he groaned. “You gotta stop squeezing your cunt around me so hard, sweetheart. I need to control myself.”

I whimpered as my body struggled to accommodate him. Inch after inch sank inside, but the way he held himself over me said there was still more to go. Fuck, I thought, maybe it was better that I couldn’t see it.

When it finally happened and he was in me to the root, he hissed out a sound that made my pussy wetter than ever.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “I knew it.”

He rocked back and forth a dozen or more times as he got me used to his size, while his thumb rubbed against my clit to make me crazy.

“So wet,” he said as he picked up speed and started really giving it to me.

“Devlin,” I moaned as his cock rubbed areas inside of me that had never been touched before.

“Wish I could see,” he muttered. “Fucking need light. Dreamt of this, Anya. Knew you’d feel perfect on my cock.”

“Oh, God,” I cried as he fucked into me harder.

I wondered if it was possible to wear a mattress out from hard fucking as he powered into me, the wet sound of my pussy taking his dick filling the room in a soundtrack I knew I’d never forget.

“So good, Anya,” he hissed as he came in closer. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I held on as his chest rubbed back and forth against mine with each thrust.

I could feel myself spiraling. “I’m going to come,” I moaned. “Oh, please, Devlin. I’m right there.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my dick. Do it.”

My body locked up and I dragged my nails down his back as I came, a soft scream escaping me. He thrust into me over and over as I continued coming, my name on his lips becoming a chant. When he slammed inside and locked his hips, I knew he was there. The heat of his come inside of me confirmed it, his hips jerking frantically as he filled me with it.

“Fuck, Anya,” he yelled. “Anya!”

By the time he was finished he was trembling, and both of us were panting for air. Wrapping his arms around me, he rolled onto his back, staying inside of me as he did. I clenched around him, surprised to feel that he was still hard.

“Sweetheart,” he hissed. “If you don’t want to find yourself getting fucked again, you should stop that.”

I squeezed again, laughing as he growled beneath me. “You love to push my buttons,” he rasped.

I shrugged as I leaned in and kissed him before I said, “It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”

He chuckled as he traced his fingers over my lips. “You know we can’t go back from here, right? Fought it for so long—now that I’ve been inside you there’s no way the genie can go back in the bottle.”

I nodded. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want it to.”

Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was smiling. “Me either, sweetheart.”