RAVEN
I didn’t think I’d ever been so wet in my life. And once I started touching between my legs, I got more than simply aroused. I needed it. Needed his dick. Needed to feel him everywhere. Inhibition went out the window.
He pulled past the gate set into high hedges. The gate clanged behind me and he put the car in park in front of the small suburban house.
He got out without a word. I shifted my skirt down so I didn’t step out of the car looking like a wrung-out towel. I had one shoe on when my door opened. Looking up, Roman’s crotch was about eye level, his face above, burning with intensity. He held out his hand.
Fuck.
The outline of his cock.
I was taking this night for all it was worth.
Jamming my foot into the second shoe, I took his hand and stood. He slammed the door shut, then slammed me against it, kissing me as if he wanted to break me, and without question, I wanted to be broken like a twig.
He shifted my shawl away until there was only dress fabric between my nipples and the spring air. They hardened even more, and when he pinched them through the sequined silk, I grunted like a wild thing.
I grabbed for his belt.
He tugged at my dress.
I felt the warm, taut skin of his cock.
He got my underwear halfway down my thighs.
He pushed me against the cold steel of the car.
I wrapped my legs around him, and he grabbed my panties and ripped the lace apart.
He slid his shaft along the length of my seam.
I was crazed. Wild. Clutching his chest through his shirt.
When he entered me, we both froze for a second.
It had happened so fast, from driving on the freeway to fucking against his car.
I didn’t feel my fingers getting cold as much as I stopped feeling my grip on him. As if reading my mind, he hoisted me up and kissed me as he carried me to the house, holding me against the wall with one hand and unlocking the side door with the other. We banged on walls, knocked over a broom, kicked a planter. We wound up lying between the tiles of the dark kitchen and the outside steps.
I leveraged my feet against opposite sides of the doorframe. He went deep, pushing his whole body against me. I cried out his name.
“Say it again.”
“Roman. More, more…” I devolved into sounds that didn’t make words as he took me slow and hard. Not one stroke was taken for granted. I was a balloon ready to burst, stretching, pumped full.
“You’re close,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Wait for me.”
“Don’t stop.”
I waited. I thought about the Neuronet matrix and employee benchmarks. But the matrix pulsed and the benchmarks counted to his rhythms.
“I’m going to come inside you.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, y—” I never finished the word. When I felt the pulse at the base of his cock and his face relaxed, I let go. Every muscle in my body tightened toward where we were joined, clamping like a drawstring and releasing into blissful, mindless pleasure.
* * * *
He’d laid me on the bed like a precious item and went for water. I peeled off my bunched-up dress. The view outside was too dark to see through the wood blinds, but I caught the sounds of crickets and rustling tree branches.
Taking a quick inventory of the room, flat screen, three gaming consoles, nonfiction books on the nightstand—Extra Lives and Why Games Matter. Another called Advanced Mountaineering. They matched the photos of nature, mountains, Teagan and him ornamented with carabiners and straps.
FILE UNDER: Well-rounded.
When he came in with two glasses of water he just said…
“Wow.”
I got so engaged in his life that I forgot I was wearing nothing but a bra and garter.
“Oh, this old thing?”
He put the glasses down and unbuttoned his cuffs, staring up and down my body in a way he didn’t at work. Good thing, too, because wherever his eyes went, my skin tingled as if he was touching it.
“You always wear a garter?”
“Usually.”
“Even at work?”
“It makes me feel sexy.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving me with a view of his body that was less gamer and more mountaineer than I could have hoped for. I reached for him, laying my hand on his chest.
“From now on,” he said. “I’m going to see you in the office and want to rip your sensible little suit off.”
“That would be against policy.” I drew my nails down his chest and over his hard abs.
“My cock can’t read the handbook.”
“I’m going to have to have a conversation with your cock, then.” I ran my hand over his erection.
“How’s that getup look when you’re on your knees?” he said softly into my cheek.
“You’ll have to let me know.”
I got on my knees, looking up at him. His hair slid down when he looked back at me. I took him in my hands and couldn’t help smiling.
“I am so good at this,” I said.
“Your confidence will reflect positively in your evaluation.”
It was hard to get my tongue on him with that grin on my face, but I managed. I didn’t want to overpromise and under deliver. I ran my tongue along his shaft, tasting myself, then lowered my mouth onto him. I sucked, drew it out, looked up to check on him. I sucked again, opening my throat and taking a little more. I went at my own pace, until he took the hair on the back of my head and set the rhythm.
“You are—” he gasped. “So good at this.”
“More,” I said and took him again. He grunted, sucked in air, and pulled away. Grabbing me gently under the arms, he directed me to the bed. I sat on the edge and wiped my chin, watching him step out of his pants. He was so perfect. So stunning. So perfectly commanding as he knelt in front of me and pulled my legs apart and kissed inside my thighs.
“Roman,” I said.
“Yes, Raven.”
“I’m going to come if you do that.”
“We’re trading fair and square. Lie back.”
I did, and he ran his tongue inside my thighs, spreading me apart, kissing and sucking everything surrounding my seam. His finger slid where his tongue hadn’t gone. I was so wet, and just a little sore from the first fuck of the night.
He kissed my clit and I squeaked with pleasure.
“That’s nice,” he said, pushing two fingers inside me. I was sure it was nice for him, but my entire world was revolving around the movements of his fingers inside me. “I’m going to suck your clit now. You ready?”
The words alone were enough to send me into twitches of anticipation. As if he knew it, he went slowly, watching me with gray-green eyes. His tongue flicked on me once, twice, then he ran his lips over it.
“Oh, God, Roman. It’s too much. I’m going crazy.”
Unpressured, he kissed and flicked with the promise of more, without the delivery. I was nearly in tears, begging in half sentences, until he pressed his lips around my clit and, ever so gently, sucked on it.
It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had. When it was finished, it wasn’t finished. He flipped me over, hitched up my butt, and fucked me from behind.
Then it was all over. I was drained of every last bit of my orgasm, and he came inside me, dropping over me when he was done as if he was completely spent.
“You’re going to make this really hard to limit to one night,” I said.
“I haven’t even started.”