Bach

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Three miles of curving Beverly Hills road wasn’t enough time for me to change my mind. Thirteen minutes with my hand up her dress as she writhed in the passenger seat sure as hell wasn’t, either.

There weren’t enough years on this earth for me to decide sleeping with Amina was a mistake. Violet was going to kill me. I didn’t fucking care.

We stumbled through my front door, and as I tried to yank off my jacket, she pulled me off balance. Together we crashed to the floor. Amina sprawled on the silver tiles of the giant music note, her teeth flashing as she laughed. I wondered if she had any clue how beautiful she looked.

Propping on my elbows, I just... watched her. I could do nothing else.

“Stop it,” she said.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that. It’s too much.”

Curling my lip, I smoothed her hair away from her forehead. “Oh, baby doll, if you expect me to stop staring at you, you’ve got a lot of nerve.” I brushed my mouth on hers; she shivered under me. “No one tells me what to do. Especially not when it’s something I have no control over. I’ve been watching you helplessly since the moment you walked into my life.”

Her fingers clawed in the front of my shirt, ripping the buttons asunder. I reached back, throwing it and my jacket into a pile without ending our kiss. She tasted like sugared lemons and brisk ice; a summer memory that could never be shaken free.

Amina wrenched at my tie, the only thing I wore above my waist. “Upstairs. Now.”

“That’s my line,” I growled, scooping her into my arms. She squealed at how I held her tight, my legs pumping as I rushed towards my bedroom. My door bounced off the rubber stopped from how hard I kicked it open.

Standing her up, my fingers found the zipper at the back of her neck. Her hands held my jaw, refusing to release me because she wanted to let our tongues dance again. She shut her eyes; I copied her, enjoying how my other senses heightened. Her touch created buttery tingles in my belly.

“Let me look at you,” I said thickly. I backed away, just enough to allow me to absorb Amina in all of her glory. The plum dress was crumpled around her ankles; she wore nothing but lingerie and high-heels. Call me crude, but one of the hottest things is a nearly naked woman in nothing but heels.

The only thing hotter is being fully naked.

“Bed,” I commanded, gripping her upper arms, “Now.” I kissed her once more before I pushed her backwards onto the mattress. She gasped, splaying out with her arms above her head. There was heat burning in her eyes, her pupils tiny as the tip of a pin. Enjoying her full attention, I unlatched my belt. “How long have you been wanting this from me?” I asked.

Amina startled, waking from her daze. “What?”

I let the belt fall loudly to the floor. She glanced at it, then me. “You’re staring at me with the eyes of someone who’s fantasized about fucking her boss. I’m asking when you first thought about it.”

“I—Bach, it’s not like that.”

“Then you don’t want to fuck me?”

She went red as a strawberry. “I shouldn’t sleep with you.”

I smirked. “Probably not.”

“I’m starting to forget why I came up here.”

My hands landed hard on either side of her on my bed. I brought my nose near hers, my voice a soft hiss that made her lips tremble. God, she wanted to kiss me so bad. “Let me remind you, sugar.” I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing onto her chest in a way I could tell she enjoyed, because she moaned down my throat. It was as if her body craved the sensation of being crushed.

All of her tiny movements... the hints that I was driving her wild... only made me want her more. My cock was pulsing so violently it was painful. I needed more of this woman, more than I ever expected. Maybe more than she had to give.

Gripping the small remote on my bedside table, I aimed it at the light fixture in the ceiling. “No,” she breathed. “Leave the lights on. I don’t want to hide.”

My fingers twitched on the remote. Gazing at Amina stretched under me in her black bra and matching boy-cut panties, I experienced a sensation of becoming tighter. From the stem of my cock, then beyond, to my blood and bone. “You’re right,” I whispered, “Neither of us should bother trying that anymore.”

I threw the remote aside; it clattered distantly on my rug. Amina arched up into me, our hot skin creating friction as we collided. The weight of my own cock against my inner thigh was distracting. I could tell she felt it as I ground against her.

She hooked her fingers in my pants, easing them down my legs. I chuckled darkly when she gave my ass a squeeze as she moved over it. Kicking my feet until I was free of my pants, I reached down to adjust myself in my tight briefs.  When I rolled my hips, my cock-head sandwiched between us both. “Ah!” Amina whimpered, meeting my dry-humping with her own eager movements.

With deliberate care, I made sure to grind my erection against her clit through her panties. Even through the material, it was clear she was soaked. “Fuck,” I said, looking her straight in the eye. “I can’t wait to see how hot you get once I’m actually inside of you.”

“Jesus,” she whispered.

“Wrong guy,” I teased, kissing her neck. “But you can pray to me if you insist.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“Don’t be jealous. You’ll be full of me soon, too.”

Her thighs wrapped around my middle so she could rub her cunt harder against me. The bolt of pleasure that moved from my dick to my brain was so intense my eyes fluttered. “Less talk, more action,” she demanded.

I pushed her further up the bed until she was resting on my pillows. It angled her face closer to mine, allowed me to inspect the way her pupils were dilated by arousal. “Eager as you are, I don’t think you actually want me to stop talking.”

Amina inhaled a small, sharp breath.

“Yeah,” I whispered, smirking with satisfaction. I traced two fingers down her temple, then across her bottom lip. She whimpered deliciously. “I think you love when I talk to you. You like my filthy mouth, don’t you, sugar?”

Her cheeks burned brighter. Suddenly, she couldn’t look at me. Settling back so I was kneeling over her legs, I waited for her to watch me instead of my walls. It took her a few seconds, but eventually, she did. “Amina, what’s going on?”

“I... don’t know what you mean.”

“Am I pushing you too hard?”

“What? No!”

“Then why are you acting like my wallpaper is immensely interesting?”

Her teeth dug into the corner of her mouth. “I’m sorry. Can we just go back to kissing?”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright.” But it wasn’t alright. Something was bothering her. Since when do you care about what someone is thinking during sex? Wrapping my hand in her hair, I drew her off the pillows for a light kiss. Amina didn’t want light, though; she yanked me against her violently. Her tongue circled mine, bringing my taste buds to life.

I followed her cue, letting her lead our dance. It reminded me of earlier in the night, how we’d tested each other on the dance-floor at the gala. And like then, I let her think she was in charge. But was that the truth here, in my own bed?

I ruled like the emperor of the fucking world.

“You smell so good,” I murmured into her ear. I scraped her bra straps down, sliding the cups out of the way until her nipples were exposed. I’d wondered before what color they’d be. Not peach, not quite pink. The beauty of them was nameless.

I trailed lightly across her skin, circling her left breast, never touching her where she wanted me to. Amina groaned behind her tight teeth. Her ribs flared, chest expanding as she tried desperately to push her tit into my palm. “Touch me!” she gasped.

“Not yet,” I said, nuzzling her collar bone. “More kissing, first.”

“Wha—ah!” she cried out as my lips trapped her right nipple. Gently I suckled, my tongue creating patterns that pulled her skin taut. Amina writhed under me, her toes sticking into my thighs, her nails burying in my hair. It didn’t matter how she tried to force me to hurry up, though. I had a pace that I was determined to move at.

My eyes shot upwards across her chest. Amina was looking down on me with fascination. The slack shape of her mouth was a silent scream for more, more, more! I leveled my gaze, never breaking it as I drew two of my fingers between my lips and soaked them. Reaching over, I thumbed her slick nipple, gently tweaking it.

Her response was immediate. “Fuck!” she sobbed, shaking under me. My cock swelled in my underwear. Driven by her desire, I played with her nipples, alternating my fingers with my mouth, never leaving either of her tits alone. My light pulls became firm twists, but I never went too far—never did anything that would hurt her.

Amina was absorbed in how I toyed with her. Her cheek turned on my pillow, and I hoped it would smell like her for days.

Smoothly, I reached under her and undid her bra. Tossing it aside, I scooped up the elastic of her panties. Peeling them down her thighs, I slid with them until I was kneeling between her ankles, and she was naked before me.

The dress she’d worn had left tiny grooves on her ribs from the boning in it. I rolled my fingertips down the lines, letting them lead me to her navel. I kissed one hip, then the other, and each time she gasped out loud.

“You smell amazing,” I said huskily. “I can’t handle not knowing how you taste.”

“W—wait,” she argued, putting her knees together. “Not that.”

I stared, thinking she was being shy. “Don’t be selfish, I’m going crazy thinking about eating you out.”

Amina shook her head emphatically. “I can’t, please.”

Baffled by her argument, I rested my palm on her thigh. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.” What was she worried about? My mouth was watering from wanting to lick her sweet cunt. But I wasn’t going to force it. Lying two fingers in a V-shape on her pussy lips, I arched my eyebrows. “Fingering?”

She quirked a weak smile. “That’s fine, yeah.”

“Thank fucking god,” I growled. Kissing her knee, I put my fingers in my mouth to get them wet. I knew she was soaked, but I liked seeing the expectation burning in her stare as she watched me suck my own fingers.

Spreading her open, I swirled my thumb near her clit—not on it, just near. “That nice?”

She whimpered as she rocked her hips. “Yes.”

“And this?” I pushed the tips of two fingers gently inside of her, not going further. Her walls tried to draw me in—her moan was obscene.

“God, yes, keep going.”

My dick was so solid it could have punched through a paper bag. I jerked myself with my free hand, my fingers working into her cunt up to my knuckle. She squeezed me eagerly, begging for more.

“Fuck me,” she suddenly cried.

“Eager, are we?” I smirked.

“Bach, please, I’m ready.”

“I know.” Plunging my fingers deep into her pussy, I crooked them, rubbing the spongy surface of her roof. She clenched down, toes curling by my shoulders. “I can tell how ready you are, babe. This foreplay isn’t just for you, though.” My thumb grazed her swollen clit. “I get off on playing with you. Your body is stunning, everything about you is perfect.”

Amina was panting now. Her fingers buried in the blankets, her tendons tight. She was shaking all over as I drove her towards orgasm. When it hit, she squeezed my fingers so hard I wondered if my cock could fit inside of her. She was tight as hell. “So goood,” she groaned, pointing her tits towards the ceiling.

Breathing heavily, I slid my hand out. Amina saw me suckle her juices off my fingers. She blushed fiercely, then perked up when I leaned towards my bedside table. I withdrew a foil packet from inside.

The passion in her face glowed hotter as I pulled my briefs down my thighs. My shaft curved proudly. There was clear appreciation in her face as I sheathed myself with the condom.

Climbing back onto the bed, I balanced over her hips. A few strokes across her swollen pussy lips, and the latex was slippery. It was a filthy sight; the way my cock was pressed between her thighs, resting on her clit, looking far too huge to fit inside of her.

The way she gazed up at me... I could have hated myself for how aroused her wide-eyed innocent-image got me, but I had lots of other, better reasons to hate myself, so that one would have to get in line. “Hang on tight,” I whispered. “I don’t plan to go easy on you.”

“I never asked you to.” Her eyes dared me to push her. I saw it before she could hide it behind another self-conscious pout. Then she breathed in, her tits bouncing, and I forgot everything but one word.

Mine.

She was mine in this moment, mine to claim, consume, and inhale. I’d told her I’d let her pray to me. She could start by screaming my name to the Heavens.

Grunting, I flexed my hips and nudged my fat cock-head inside of her. As slippery as she was, there was resistance. The pressure of her walls made me delirious.

My shadow was thrown across her, making her lashes darker, her eyes a different shade. I saw myself in her stare—she was mirroring my hunger. Right then, even if it was for a moment, we were the same. Two people who only wanted release. Two people who could forget their goals... or their broken dreams... and just be.

“Yes,” I groaned, settling all the way into her cunt. I breathed out loudly, then sucked in fresh air as I drew my hips backwards. “Fuck, yes. That’s amazing. Your pussy is better than I ever imagined.”

When I said pussy, hers constricted. Her cheeks were glossy from exertion. “More,” she breathed.

“Careful what you wish for,” I grunted, winding my arms around her upper body. I held her tighter than thick ropes or chains could have ever tried. My second thrust was a battering ram, the third an impact so solid she cried out.

I fucked her like it was all I was good for. Giving her pleasure my only goal in life. Amina lifted her ass, meeting every single one of my thrusts. Her breath burned my chest; I closed my mouth on hers to taste that heat. Even when we kissed, she still made noise. There was no muffling this woman’s voice. She was a singer, even now.

Her heels kicked into the muscles of my ass, demanding I drill my cock into her faster. I was happy to oblige, but there was a hot, massive pressure building in my core. It traveled through the root of my cock, expanding, boiling, until my orgasm was nearly on top of me.

One thing kept me from blowing my load.

I refused to come before she did.

“Quit holding back,” I groaned. Gripping her jaw, I stared down into her transfixed expression. “Come for me, sugar. Let me feel this sweet pussy hugging my cock so hard I’ll be sore for weeks. I need you to come, I’m dying for you to come.”

All the muscles in her jaw worked at once. Amina tossed her head, but I held her steady, forcing her to keep looking at me. She realized she was going to orgasm with me looking her in the eye. There was no escaping this intimate moment. “Bach,” she whined.

“You didn’t want to hide,” I reminded her, my cock swelling as I drove inside her melting cunt. “This is as exposed as it gets. Come, baby doll. Come for me, now.”

“Ah!” she squealed, her legs crushing into my middle. Her whole chest glowed crimson; I saw how her bottom lip trembled, how she grimaced in a way people might call ugly, but I would argue it was beyond beautiful. Her orgasm made her body thrum. It thrilled me with maddening power to think my command pushed her over the edge. There was no question it pushed me into coming, that’s for damn sure.

Breaking our eye-lock, I growled as my ass-muscles flexed. My weight pushed her into the blankets, she was still coming as the icy-hot tingles chased through my blood. My climax left me deaf; I think I shouted, but I couldn't be certain.

Panting, I hung my head as the last of the aftershocks passed. Amina’s pussy occasionally throbbed, reminding me of how delicious her orgasm was. I want more of this, I thought. More of her. What a dangerous thing to desire. It went against the promise I’d made to Violet. And to myself.

“Bach?”

Blinking, I braced my hands on the pillows, rising up enough to look down on her. “Yeah?”

Her smile was coy. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Oh. Sure.” I winced as I withdrew my shaft from inside of her. Amina made a face, too, but it was pink with lingering pleasure. My cock twitched, ready for round two. She didn’t spare me a look as she rushed into my master bath.

I took the chance to toss the used condom into the trash by my bed. It landed in the bottom, looking depressingly isolated in the otherwise empty can. Frowning, I threw some tissues on top to hide it. It bothered me, and I didn’t like that it bothered me, because I didn’t fucking know why.

Because you’re selfish scum that broke your word.

Palming my forehead, I dropped heavily onto my bed. No, that’s not it. Not entirely. As bad as I was supposed to feel for disappointing my VP, something else was bothering me. I ran back the whole encounter. The memory of it was fresh. My cock weighed heavily on my inner thigh, pulsing eagerly at the thought of Amina’s soft moans.

I ignored my lust so I could focus.

Something had happened with Amina. She’d acted strange when I pointed out she loved my dirty talk. I’d been sure she had—her body screamed in delight with each filthy word. Then there was that whole bit where she’d argued against me eating her out. I'd been sure she'd like that, too. Had I read her wrong?

“Your bathtub is amazing,” she said as she re-entered. “It looks like it could fit a whole car inside of it.” She was fully naked, her smile bright and cheery. The doorway framed her curves, as if she were some classic oil painting to be admired in a museum for all of history.

I turned on the bed to face her. Her attention jumped down to my arching, proud erection. “What’s with you and fitting things into other things?” I teased.

Amina was slow to respond. “Oh, uh, that’s...” As she headed towards me, her eyes were still on my dick. She didn’t see my shoes on the floor where I’d kicked them off.

“Careful!” I cried out.

“Oh!” She tumbled forward, and if she hadn’t been walking to the bed, I don’t think I could have caught her. Luck and skill combined in a perfect mixture. I jumped towards her, catching her firmly as she tripped. Amina’s legs went out from under her, but her weight was easy to balance... welcoming and warm.

And naked, I reminded myself.

She blinked up at me. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I just...” instead of finishing, she started to laugh. It shook her body, traveling into mine until I was laughing, too. There were sparkles in her gray irises, her smile so big I could count her teeth. “You can set me down now, Mister Hero,” she whispered.

My thumb traced her jaw. “No. I don’t think I can.”

Our kiss was softer than a voice in the dark. Warmer than the perfect cup of coffee first thing in the morning. It was everything I needed.

I only hoped she needed it, too.