Oliver
That’s an invitation if I’ve ever heard one, and it’s most certainly welcome. Anna is adorable and sweet, sexy and seductive, and something tells me she doesn’t have very many chances to let her wild side loose.
No, she’s a serious girl, a kind girl. If I had to guess, she’s very dedicated to her personal commitments. She’s probably a model employee and does a ton of volunteer work. Until recently, she’d been busy caring for her sick mother, and that’s something that demands respect.
And even though her mother basically screwed her over, Anna doesn’t seem mad or angry with the woman. I almost think she pities her mother, and that’s an interesting reaction to the today’s news.
Anna is strong, and there need to be more strong women in the world.
But she’s had a hard week, a hard life. Now she’s offering me something I very much want, but she’s also asking me for something.
She’s asking me to help her forget.
She’s asking me to help her, for just a little while, not be the girl with the dead parents. For just a little while, she doesn’t want to be the girl with the evil stepfather. For just a little while, she doesn’t want to be the girl who didn’t get married, who didn’t find a spouse by her 25th birthday.
For just a little while, Anna doesn’t want her life to seem like a terrible fairytale.
“Come with me,” I growl, and I take her hand, pulling her toward the door.
“Where are we going?” She asks, but she stumbles along, following me out of the office and down the hallway.
“Do you want to do this in my office?” I ask, stopping to whisper to her. Fee hasn’t arrived for work yet. He moved out of the building and lives with his mate and their child now, but I’d bet anything that Casa is already in his office and I know for sure that Joyce is in hers.
“I…um…I suppose not. Where are you going to take me?” She whispers.
“I live upstairs.”
“Oh,” she says, and then we scurry down the hall together and slip up the stairs. No one peers out of their office doors and I’m not sure if it’s because they didn’t hear us walking by or if it’s because they did hear us walking by and they’re simply smart enough to give us some space.
Either way, it’s only a few minutes before Anna and I arrive at the fourth floor of the Victorian.
“This whole place is yours,” she says when we walk into my apartment.
“Yeah. We remodeled when we bought the place and we each took a floor. It seemed fitting since we work right downstairs.”
“It’s incredible.”
“The third floor is empty now. Landon Fee moved out. He lives with his wife and son now.”
“So there’s no one downstairs.”
“No.”
“So we can be as loud as we like.”
“How loud would you like to be?” I lock the door and turn to her. She’s standing in the center of the newly-renovated studio apartment, but she’s not exploring the room. She’s not checking out my kitchen or the fireplace or the sofas. She’s not looking at the bed.
She’s just looking at me.
She’s only looking at me, and for a brief second, my pride swells because she’s looking at me like she’s going to fucking eat me alive.
“If we’re going to do this,” she says, walking toward me, swaying her hips as she moves. “Then there are a few things you should know about me, tiger.”
I swallow hard. My dick feels like it’s going to fucking explode, and so does my heart. It’s beating so hard it might pop out of my ribcage.
“Like what?”
“I’m not like the other girls,” she says.
“That’s what they all say.”
“I’m not just going to let you get your way.”
“Tell me what you mean.”
“You think you can just fuck me and have a little fun and be on your way, but that’s not how I work.”
“How do you work, Anna?”
“You’re going to make me come first,” she says. “And then you’re going to make me come again. After that, I’ll be tired, and you can fuck me until you come, too, but I’m not letting your cock anywhere near me until you’ve satisfied me.”
Holy.
Fucking.
Dragons.
Where the hell did Joyce find this girl? She’s hell on wheels and so much more. She’s sultry, demanding, and sexy, and I fucking love it. She can have whatever she wants if it means she’ll keep talking, keep letting those dirty words spill out of her mouth.
But two can play this game.
And when I play, I play to win.
“What if I want to tell you how I work, Anna?” Now it’s her turn to swallow hard. She’s not used to negotiations, but I am. I’m a fucking lawyer, and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that you never take the first deal offered to you. You negotiate. You bargain. You persuade, and you work it out until you get the best possible outcome from the situation.
And that’s what I’m going to get.
“What if I tell you that I’ll give you one orgasm, and oh, I’ll give you two, but number two is going to happen while you’re riding my cock?”
We’re face-to-face now, head-to-head, and we’re both breathing heavily. The moment is getting to us, to both of us, and neither one of us knows what’s going to happen next. Anything could happen, but I have a feeling I’m going to fucking love the outcome of this match.
“If that’s what you want, tiger, than I think you should come get it.”
I kiss her hard, crushing my lips on hers. Her hands come up to my hair and she pulls, but I pull her hair, too, and she groans when I do. Yeah, this little princess likes it a little rough, a little dirty, and I’m going to make it so damn good for her.
I don’t know what I was expecting when Joyce told me she was calling in a favor. I guess I thought the client would be an elderly grandmother or a housewife with a random issue she thought she needed an attorney for. Maybe a neighbor was bothering her or perhaps she was dealing with a custody issue. I don’t know. I certainly wasn’t expecting a tiger clause.
I certainly wasn’t expecting an incredibly beautiful young woman to be willing, ready, and needy.
I certainly wasn’t expecting Anna Donovan.
I run my hands through her blonde hair. It’s long and curly and soft, and I can’t get enough of it. I stop pulling it and just play with it.
“Kitty likes his toys, does he?”
“Stop calling me kitty.”
She presses her mouth to my ear and whispers, “Make me,” and I about lose it right there. If Anna wants to play fast and loose with the cat, she’s going to get scratched. Then again, maybe that’s what she wants.
I run my hands down her back and cup her ass, pulling her closer to me. Then I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her a little bit more. I kiss her until she loses her breath, just a little bit, until her body starts to tense.
“I believe you wanted an orgasm,” I whisper in her ear, and she manages to nod. I lift her effortlessly and carry her across the room to my bed. I’m tugging up her shirt as we move and by the time we reach the bed, I’ve got her topless in my arms. Her big, heavy breasts spill over the top of her bra. I can almost see her nipples.
“On the bed,” I whisper, and set her in the center of it.
I reach for her and pull off her boots, socks, and jeans. Then she’s on my bed in just her black bra and panties, and she’s wet and ready for me. If I couldn’t smell her already, seeing her confirms just how much she wants this. She needs this. She needs me, and it’s good to be needed.
It’s good to have someone desiring me in this moment because I desire her, too. I’m not the guy who lets people get close to me. Most people don’t know my secrets. They don’t know what makes me tick or what makes me scared. Most of the people in my life don’t understand exactly why I am the way I am and I’m not interested in explaining, but I am interested in Anna.
Something tells me I can trust her.
There’s something about her that makes me feel like when this is all over, it’s not going to be weird between us. It’s not going to be uncomfortable. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s a good person and my inner tiger can sense that or if it’s because she’s so different from the other humans I’ve met.
I won’t say she’s my mate, but she’s got my attention.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, and she smiles. Then she crooks a finger and beckons for me to join her on the bed. I quickly strip out of my own clothes and drop them on the floor. I don’t miss the way her eyes crawl over my abs and down to my dick. “It’s hard for you,” I tell her.
“I want it.”
“I want to make you come first.”
“I want that, too.”
I crawl over her so my body is above hers, and then I kiss Anna. My hand moves down her body, over her bra, and down to her panties.
“You’re wet for me.”
“What can I say? I’m easily excited.”
“Tell me how you want me to make you come.”
“Surprise me.”
“Oh, little human,” I murmur. “That’s a dangerous request.”
“What do you mean?” Her eyes are closed as I stroke her pussy over her panties. Her mouth is open slightly as she breathes heavily. She’s aching with desire and I plan to satisfy her in so many ways.
I plan to touch her with my mouth and my hands and my dick until she forgets about everything but this moment.
“What if I want you to ride my face, baby? What if I want to lie on the bed while you climb on my mouth, grip the headboard, and grind on me? What if I want to run my tongue over your clit until you’re exploding with pleasure? What if that’s how I want to make you come, Anna Donovan? What would you say to that?”
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispers, but her eyes are like fire. She likes the idea.
“There’s a first time for everything,” I say, and I start moving down her body, covering her with kisses. Her bra clasps in the front and I unhook it, letting her breasts fall free. I kiss her pink nipples, flicking my tongue over them until they’re even harder. Then I kiss down her belly, down to her panties, and I bite her underwear with my teeth. Anna watches as I tug it down her body using only my mouth.
“Oliver,” she murmurs, and she reaches for me. She runs her fingers through my short hair. It’s not long, but it’s time for a haircut, and there’s enough there for her to tug on it, for her to guide me gently to where she wants to be licked, and I comply.
I swipe my tongue over her soft lips and she whimpers when I do.
“How long has it been since someone kissed you here, Anna?” I look up at her, and she’s watching me.
“A long time.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with a human.”
“I…I’ll try not to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me, princess.”
I lick her a little bit longer, but then it’s time for her to ride me. It’s time for her to give me what I want. It’s time for me to take what Anna Donovan is offering.
“I believe you wanted to go for a ride,” I say, and she nods. A wave of nervousness washes over her. I can smell it, but I kiss her thighs and run my hands up to her breasts until she relaxes. Then I position myself on my back and she climbs up my body, slowly, until she reaches my face.
“I…I…”
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, and she nods. “Just do what feels natural. There’s no wrong way to do this.”
Anna grips the headboard and lowers her body to my mouth, and I groan with pleasure as I’m surrounded by her scent, her taste, her passion.
And then I lick her like my life depends on it.