Chapter Sixteen
Cheryl
She found her voice just as he laid her down upon her bed. Reaching out, she took his wrist in her hand, stopping him before he could pull away.
“Do you mean it when you say that it’s not my fault?”
Rowe watched her steadily, unblinking. “Yes. This is not your fault.”
“How can you be so sure of it?”
To her surprise he looked away. “I have proof. I just can’t show you it. Not yet.” He was grimacing. “It’s complicated.”
“What’s complicated?” she asked, sitting up. “Just show me. You obviously know what’s going on, don’t you?”
He nodded. “I do. I think, I’m not completely sure yet, but I’m pretty positive my guess is right.”
“You’re going to show me though?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation. “I just need a bit more time, Cheryl. Can you give me it? Can you trust me?”
“I trust you.” It was the truth, she realized. She’d never thought about it directly, but she did trust Rowe. Enough that maybe it would be safe to let him in.
Without thinking she pulled on his wrist, bringing him closer to her.
“Cheryl,” he said cautiously. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know that. I don’t need to do anything.”
To her surprise he still resisted when she tried again to pull him in.
“Now isn’t the right time.”
She glanced between his legs, noting that his body and his mouth were saying two separate things. Rowe wanted this, but he was holding back because he thought it was best for her. If there had been any doubt left in her brain that ended it then and there. Someone who could resist her, despite the raging hardon stretching his jeans tight, all because he wanted to do right by her, was a good man.
“You’re wrong,” she told him with a smile. “Now is the perfect time.”
He swayed closer when she pulled on his wrist, but he was still resisting slightly.
“I’m a sober adult woman, Rowe. I can make these decisions on my own. But that doesn’t matter. It’s no lie, I’ve wanted you from practically the start. I mean shit, look at you, you’ve got the body of a Photoshop-perfect model. Who wouldn’t want you?
“But I wasn’t looking for a physical fling. That wasn’t on the list of interests for me, even if you would be the catch of a century. If anything were to happen between us, I needed to be interested in you on a personal level. And it needed to happen outside of work hours.” She smiled. “All those checkboxes have been marked now. It took a lot for me to see that you’re right. I’ve been resisting something that is too strong for that. I need to give in and see where it takes me. I wasn’t looking for you when I took this job, but I shouldn’t fight the fact that you showed up anyway.”
Rowe sat at the edge of the bed when she pulled at his arm again, and Cheryl sat up next to him.
“I know this isn’t sexy,” he said, looking as awkward as he sounded. “And that I’m supposed to be a stud in situations like this who just makes you want to rip off your clothes, but it’s just so unexpected.”
Cheryl giggled and stood up. “It’s okay, I can tell you want it.” She reached out with courage she didn’t know she had and stroked his cock.
That seemed to be the last sign Rowe needed, because the awkward, timid man evaporated with another growl. This time she wasn’t scared by it. This time it left her aroused, a state that was only heightened when he deftly picked her up and set her down on top of him, her short, thick legs barely touching the bed as she straddled him.
“Now this is sexy,” she whispered as he buried his face in her chest, hands slipping up the underside of it as he ripped her clothing off.
“I just had to be sure.” He ripped the shirt from her body, nearly tearing it in his hurry. “Because after this, you’re mine to control.”
Cheryl’s skin grew warm and tingly. “Okay,” she agreed breathlessly, not sure what she was getting herself into, but still feeling like it was going to be okay.
Rough, callused hands removed her bra, leaving her topless astride him. They kissed again, his goatee rubbing delightfully against her skin. She’d always liked a bit of facial hair. It just made him feel all that more “manly,” something that turned her on. A lot.
Biting her lip, she watched as he kissed his way down her neck, stopping to send chills through her collarbone. It was still hard to believe that a man of his looks was interested in her, but it was paying dividends now. The same hands slid up her sides to cup first one breast and then the other, bringing them to his hungry mouth.
Grasping his head, she messed up his styled hair, pulling him tight into her, craving more. She needed him to suck a little harder. Maybe nibble on them lightly. Her body ached for it, and she reacted without thinking, smothering him in her large breasts, giving him all he wanted.
Rowe wasn’t about to let her take charge, and his hands came up and gently but firmly pulled hers off his head. He sat up and looked her in the eyes as he put them behind her back. Using only one hand and fingers of steel he held them firmly out of the way.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Helpless and held in place by the strength of his muscles alone. She was grinding up against him without even realizing it, a silent way of telling him she wanted more, that she was ready for him to take her.
“Patience,” he growled in her ear, sending goose bumps traveling down her neck.
“All out of that. I’ve been resisting you since I first realized you were interested in me. I am ready.”
Rowe chuckled deeply. “I’m sure you are, and I intend to see that you’re fully satisfied before the day is out.”
“All you’re doing so far is teasing me,” she complained as he returned his attention to her breasts. Fuck, it felt good, but she wanted him inside her.
“Am I?”
“I haven’t come once yet, nor am I getting fucked by your cock, which by the way I can feel is nice and hard. So yeah, I’d say you’re just teasing.”
Her insides throbbed, demanding attention that she couldn’t give them with her arms firmly pinned behind her.
“So you’re saying you’d rather I put my other hand here?”
She gasped as he slid fingers between her legs. “Yes.”
Rowe made a sound that translated roughly to “interesting,” even though he damn well knew she wanted this. His mouth was just too busy sucking on her nipple, rolling it around under his soft, warm tongue. That, combined with her immobility and the way his fingers gravitated right toward her clit despite the clothing, worked their way together. Like strands of rope they ran around each other, tightening their hold.
He owned her, she realized with a whimper as her first climax neared. Cheryl was his, and she would do anything the gorgeous mountain of a man wanted from her. He exuded raw sexuality in a way she could barely comprehend before it turned her brain to mush, requiring commands from him to function.
“I want you to come now,” he rumbled, increasing the pressure between her legs ever so slightly. “You have ten seconds.”
Cheryl was about to tell him that she couldn’t just come on command, not even for him, when the sensation between her legs changed. Suddenly she knew she was going to, even as he counted it down between licking and sucking on her tits.
“Don’t stop,” she begged as he neared zero. “I’m so close. Please. I want it.”
His mouth formed the word “four,” and as he did he bit down lightly on her nipple. It was the straw that pushed her over. Cheryl shook violently, but Rowe held her firm as she bucked, her moans doubling in volume as her first needed orgasm ravaged her body with pleasure.
“Did you enjoy that?” he whispered into her ear as she slumped against him, needing a few seconds to recover.
She nodded, unable to speak.
A hand slid up to her neck, wrapping around it but not squeezing. Cheryl’s eyes flew open. She’d never had that happen to her before, but just feeling him there, in complete control of her was suddenly an instant turn-on.
“I asked you a question,” he growled demandingly, fingers tightening just a fraction when she didn’t respond.
“Yes, sir,” she responded, recognizing he was searching for submission on her part.
Submission she definitely wanted to give.
“Good.” His words were like a purr. “Are you ready for more?”
“More?” she gasped. Her body hadn’t even recovered from the first.
That didn’t stop his palm from gliding up and over her pubic bone and back down, warming her to his touch once more.
Without warning Rowe stood, depositing her on her feet. She was helpless as he spun her around to face away from him. His hands released her, and she heard the sound of his belt coming undone. What was he doing?
A moment later his hands returned, crossing her arms behind her back. She jerked as he quickly tied the belt around them, holding them secure. She was now completely helpless, the action pulling her elbows together, serving to stick her tits out even more.
Rowe pushed her forward until her chest and face rested against the wall. At some point he’d removed his pants, because she could feel his nakedness against her, the height difference meaning his cock was pressed into her lower back.
He pulled the last of the clothing from her body, leaving her naked, facing away from him. Flesh touched her once more, and a hand slid up her stomach, pausing to fondle her before continuing to her neck. Cheryl shivered, completely under his control. She was both scared and soaking wet, craving him inside her, to feel him take her completely.
Fingers ran across her stomach and then down between her legs. Her knees wobbled as he found her clit, the fingers squeezing around her neck tighter at the same time.
“If it’s too much, tap me with your foot. Do you understand?”
She nodded, then added, “Yes, sir,” before he could do anything. What might be too much she wasn’t sure just yet, and that left her a little nervous. Cheryl trusted Rowe, however, and so far he’d not done a thing to lose that.
A finger found her clit, moving in circles. At the same time his grip on her neck tightened. Oh. She moaned softly, thrusting her ass back against him, feeling his cock, trying to grind against it.
The closer she got to coming, the tighter he gripped. By the time she was at the edge, it was becoming harder to breathe. It was a new sensation for her, but in Rowe’s capable hands she never flinched.
All at once her body started to shudder, and didn’t stop. It only got more violent, more pronounced as she neared the edge. Rowe held her firm, even as her knees went numb and almost gave out on her. He held her there by dint of pressing her firmly to the wall with his own body.
“ROWE!” she screamed as he all but forced the orgasm from her body, using the last bit of her breath. Vision dimmed, darkness closed in around her periphery, and Cheryl thought she was going to black out.
He kept touching her, and without warning she came again. Wetness dripped down the insides of legs that no longer worked. The instant she sagged Rowe stopped what he was doing, releasing her neck. Strong arms lifted her from the floor and laid her on the bed, somehow managing to release his belt as well.
Cheryl crashed into the sheets without a care, gasping for breath as much from Rowe’s actions as her own body being overwhelmed. “That was intense,” was the first thing she said.
“You didn’t stop me.”
“I didn’t want to,” she admitted as her breath returned. “That was new, but hot. Very, very hot.”
He grinned and rolled deftly on top of her. “Good. I think that’s enough of that sort for today. We can explore just how far you want to go another time. For now…” he looked between his legs.
Cheryl studied his face, biting her lip as she felt his cock between her legs. “Can you pin my arms down? I really liked that part,” she admitted sheepishly, embarrassed.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” he said, leaning in to kiss her slowly, helping to calm her. “It’s a perfectly natural thing to want to be dominated, to feel a little helpless. I’m sure many of your friends are into it too, they’re just embarrassed like you, so they don’t talk about it.”
“Maybe. But it’s still new to me.”
He grinned and took her hands in one of his monstrous paws, pushing them down into the pillows over her head. “Like this?”
“That works, yup,” she said, feeling her body react.
Rowe used his other hand to grasp the shaft of his cock, sliding it slowly against her opening, working himself inside bit by bit. She gasped and thrust her hips against him with every inch.
Then suddenly he was fully inside her, their bodies pressed together. Soft against hard. Small and large. Like two opposite pieces they fit together perfectly. Cheryl marveled at how it seemed like they could understand each other without speaking. If she wanted to change speeds or positions, Rowe picked up on it nearly immediately.
She watched as his face tightened, wondering if he was finally nearing the end. Her brain told her that they’d been at it for hours, though she knew that couldn’t be true. Shoving a hand between her legs, Rowe’s thumb threatened to make her come yet again. This time he was standing on the floor while she lay on her back at the edge of the bed. It gave Cheryl the most glorious view of his body as it worked, muscles covered in glistening sweat.
“Only do that if you’re going to join me this time,” she said, resting a hand on top of his. “That’s the last one I have in me for now.”
He nodded. “Together then.”
“Together.” Like they were.
She watched with interest as Rowe’s chest grew taut. Bit by bit it traveled down, leaving his muscles in stark relief to the rest of his body. Her moans turned to cries, matching him as her name tore from his throat with a thundering roar as they came together.
Cheryl forced her eyes to stay open, basking in the sight of him. His mouth was open, face scrunched up as he came deep inside her. The heat blasted through her, letting loose one final climax that sucked her dry of energy, leaving her nothing but a limp, panting mess on the side of the bed.
Rowe groaned and fell on top of her, his gigantic lungs lifting and falling as he recovered. She rested her hands on his back, gently dragging her nails across his skin. She enjoyed the feeling of closeness to him, the intimacy of having him still inside her as they lay together, both exhausted from their lovemaking.
“Hindsight is a bitch,” she muttered when speaking was finally a thing she could manage.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’ve been holding out for a week when I could have been getting laid like that every night. What is wrong with me!”
They shared a laugh. Cheryl didn’t truly regret it. Not on any more than a physical level. Even now, although she had crossed a barrier with him, she was still wary. Maintaining a working relationship and a personal one would be a challenge, especially in public around the laborers. She would have to set some ground rules for that.
For right now though, she intended to enjoy the fruits of this, and hope that she hadn’t made a gigantic mistake by giving him her body.
Then again, could it really be a mistake based on the sex they’d just had? It wasn’t like she wasn’t satisfied. One-night stands weren’t her thing, but if that’s what ended up happening with Rowe, well, the sex certainly wasn’t disappointing.
“It’s all right,” Rowe whispered, picking her up and moving her back onto the bed so he could lie next to her more comfortably. “We have all night to make up for it.”
She went still. “All night? What do you….oh. I see.”
Rowe’s fingers were already dragging across her chest, and she could feel him starting to harden once more beside her.
“Well, if you insist,” she giggled. “But this time I get to be on top.”
Rowe didn’t argue, he just reached over and casually lifted her on top of him.
It was going to be a long night, but at least the only hard thing about it was going to be Rowe.