NINE
TREAT HER LIKE a customer, you said.
This is not treating her like a customer.
He didn’t exactly jump her, but he came close, hauling her over until she stood between his splayed knees. His body ached from his day in the car, but it suddenly didn’t matter so much anymore, not with the beautiful banshee so near he could feel the heat radiating off her skin. She’d offered herself to him, and while he knew he should say no, should go downstairs to get her a separate room so he could pray very, very hard to resist such lovely temptation, he was toast. He wanted her. More than anything. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her all day long, even when he was at peak irritation—perhaps especially when he was at peak irritation, because she was right there, and had he been allowed to touch her, like she had done in The Seaside’s stockroom when they’d discovered Sol and Rain fucking, she might have been able to calm him down.
The woman got under his skin, for reasons good and bad alike. She drenched his thoughts and made his body burn.
He should have wavered, should have hesitated before continuing, but when she stepped in close and lifted her other palm to his face, cradling him, her plump lips curled into a smile, there was only resolve to see this through to its inevitable conclusion. His big hands settled on her hips, enjoying her curves. They curled around, grabbing an ass that was ample enough to border on fat. His fingers dug into the meat through the thin cloth of her dress.
“Don’t mind my unmentionables by the sink,” she’d said.
She’s not wearing any panties.
His cock quickened, twitching and thickening inside of his shorts. He peered up at her, examining that pale face with those big eyes, the thick fringe of lashes, the long narrow nose and pointed chin, and his breath caught in his throat. She was perfection carved in ivory and she was saying he could have her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Her smile widened, one of her brows lifting in saucy invitation. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Oh, that’s it.
The motion was fast and smooth. One minute she stood before him, between his knees. The next he was picking her up, his hands cupping her ass as he stood. She was a tall girl, a solid girl, but he was strong, and hoisting her took no effort at all. She erupted with a surprised squawk when he carried her through the room, her arms wrapped around his neck, her long legs locking around his waist before he unceremoniously dropped her on the desk next to the TV. The weatherman drawled on about another hot, humid day in Louisiana, like that was anything remarkable, and he fumbled with the buttons on the side of the Samsung to shut him up.
“Alex, I—” Whatever she was going to say didn’t matter. What mattered was his mouth finding hers. What mattered was giving her his kiss and her taking it. He muffled her words, but she didn’t fight it or him, instead cradling him close with her body, her limbs holding him hostage as he leaned into the deep V between her legs. Her lips were soft, he liked that, but they weren’t enough. He wanted more, and so he reached up for her chin and pulled it down, opening her for his tongue. She readily complied, and he delved inside, tasting her, his tongue sweeping over hers and then pulling back to flick and tease.
Her fingers found his back muscles, splaying against his hot skin before coursing over him from shoulders to his waist. It sent shivers down his spine. It made him harder. He groaned into her mouth, his hands abandoning her luscious ass to bury themselves in all that wet red hair. It was twisted silk, and he bunched it up, using it to hold her head in a way he could deepen the kiss. She writhed before him, arching into him as he stole her breath away and, in turn, lost his own.
We fit well together, she and I.
We’re a matched pair.
He growled into her mouth as his hands traveled again, his fingertips brushing the sides of her swanlike neck and down, over her décolletage, to her heavy tits. No bra, just soft bounty, and he cupped her, his palms grazing hard, proud nipples straining against her dress. Her legs moved higher on his waist, pulling him closer and mashing his pelvis to hers.
Forcing his cock to rub against her through his pants.
She tore away from him, sucking in air and quivering.
“Fuck, I want you,” she rasped, and oh how he wanted her right back. It would have been nice to carry her to bed, to strip her down, to explore every inch of that long body with hands and mouth, but when she reached for his wrist and guided his fingers between her thighs, pressing him against her cunt through that flimsy blue barrier, there was no hope. None. They would not get there. He forced the cloth against her most tender folds. She was soft and damp. Sodden. He moaned and craned his head to capture the shell of her ear with his mouth, sucking on it as he inched her dress up, impatient now. She helped, tucking the fabric under her ass and trapping it around her waist so she was completely bare.
He gently pushed the petals of her pussy open so he could explore her. The pad of his pointer finger swept over her, starting at her clit, tapping at it and milking her for a gasp. He rubbed her, slow and steady pressure, not on the nub but a scant bit higher so he wouldn’t overwhelm her. She cooed and craned her head back, granting him access to her neck, which he greedily sucked upon. She smelled like soap and shampoo, and he breathed her in as he let his fingers drop, away from her straining flesh to the pool of molten honey below.
She’s soaked.
She’s ready.
I can’t . . . fuck it.
He pulled away from her, his hand shaking as he unlatched his belt. His cock couldn’t get any harder. For that matter, nothing was harder—not marble, granite, or diamond, his need for her was that great. He was none too gentle as he unleashed himself, unzipping his fly and hastily shoving down his boxers, his body trembling as his sensitive tip brushed her silken thigh, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum in its wake.
Like I’ve marked her.
Another shudder.
“Can I—”
“Yes. Yes, now. Do it now. I’m safe. I’ve been tested,” she interrupted. He’d been tested, too, after Lyn, and so he did it now, reaching down and guiding himself between her pink folds. She had a pretty cunt, with fat lips, a trim triangle of red hair above, and a dewy hole, and he wanted to sob in thanks as he sank into it, slowly, inch by inch. He didn’t dare go any faster—he was big. Not freakishly so, but Lyn informed him back in the day that he was girthy, and the girthiness “was pleasant, but took some time getting used to.” So he spread that tight, hot recess open with care, his body tense but eager.
It’s been so long and she’s so perfect.
My God, if this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Theresa crooned before squeezing him with her legs and thus feeding herself more of his dick. She reached for his face, pulled him down to her so their mouths could meld, her tongue slithering over his lips. He opened for her, then took charge again as he eased in, deeper. Deeper, both mouth and cunt, until he was kissing her breathless and buried so far inside of her his knees collided with the desk legs.
She gasped and moaned, eyes fluttering. He ran his hands down her back, bunching up the fabric of her dress before he pulled out a few inches, paused, and shoved back in. She whimpered, he echoed it, and did it again.
Slap.
Slap.
Every kiss of his body against hers made a smacking sound, in part because of the fuck, in part because the desk rocked back and struck the wall with the momentum. He didn’t care, not as he settled into a rhythm, steadily at first but building fast into a frenzied tempo, her begging for more with every hard push.
“Give it—yes. Harder. Fuck yes. Alex, yesssssss.”
Her fingernails bit into his bare back, not breaking the skin, but scouring hard enough he’d bear marks later. He stared down at her, at her flushed face and wide eyes, her lips parted and swollen, and he leaned forward, looming over her, letting his body envelop hers as he braced one hand against the wall so he could pummel her harder. His cock filled every available bit of space inside of her, sieging her cunt, spreading her open. She smeared him with her juices and he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he loved it—the idea of her all over him, drowning him, and he moaned his pleasure. His thrusts grew more frantic and their soundtrack grew more lewd. Squelching. Squishing. Sighs and groans. It was wrong and yet so completely right, and he slammed his eyes shut as his heart raced and his breathing came in gaspy pants.
He wanted to come, to flood her. It’d been so long, but he’d hold back as long as he could for her sake. She was good enough to let him fuck her, after all, and without much in the way of preliminaries needed. On one hand, it bothered him that he hadn’t given her proper foreplay. On the other, she was mewling like something out of a porno reel and he was pretty sure by the sweat sparkling along her brow and the copious wetness on her thighs that it wasn’t manufactured.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chanted in time to his thrusts. He dropped his head to her shoulder, craning his face so he could breathe her in, his lips latching on to her pulse. The desk was jumping off the floor with the power of his fucking, but he was mindless to everything but finding pleasure—his own and hers.
She has to finish first. She has to.
Every part of him wanted to tip over, but he wouldn’t, no matter how tight she was. No matter how sexy she looked, sounded, and smelled.
I can do this. I can . . . oh thank God.
She stiffened before him, then stiffened around him, her body jolting against his as pulse after pulse ripped through her. She cried out, bucking through her orgasm, her mouth finding his shoulder and peppering it with kisses. Her hole, already snug, contracted around his cock, squeezing him, and that was it—there was no more holding back, and he whispered her name as he slammed forward, burying himself in her and spurting, shot after shot of cum taking full advantage of what she’d so kindly gifted him.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
But I did. I did and I loved it.
He collapsed against her, his face buried in her hair, his arms wrapped around her waist.