CHAPTER 8
Jorie
I’m slightly disappointed that Walsh pulled me out of The Wicked Horse. The sexual energy in that place is off the charts, and I want to do very bad things with him in front of a lot of people.
But I can’t be too disappointed when I’m ultimately getting what I wanted, which is Walsh. He might be like my older brother in some ways, but not in enough to deter me the way it’s deterring him. I’ve crushed on the man since I knew what a crush was, and I wasn’t lying when I said I had dirty thoughts about him. But we went our separate ways, and I forgot about him in those sexy ways.
Until last night when he had me in The Wicked Horse, and now it might be fair to say I’m obsessed with feeling that way again. Yes, we were in a public place and yes, he had me on a freaking dildo machine, but truth be told… it was all Walsh who made me feel so good. I may not have known it was him behind that mask, but I certainly was drawn to many things about the mysterious man. His physical looks, his magnetic presence, and his completely alpha orders to me were exactly what I was craving.
Vince was not like that in bed. If anything, he was sort of passive and unsure of himself at times the more I think about it. Well, the more I compare him to Walsh. Maybe I wasn’t any good with him because he didn’t give me any reason to be?
The ride to The Royale is done in silence because I’m afraid that one mistaken word from me will have Walsh simply driving me to Henderson and dumping me off at my apartment. I know I’ve pushed him to his limits and I’ve goaded him into something that he feels is wrong, but ultimately my conscience can handle that for two reasons.
First, he’s a big boy and he had a choice. He chose me.
Second, he might think it’s wrong, but I’m positive he wants me very badly so I’m really doing him a solid.
Right?
Our car pulls up to the front of The Royale. Walsh opens the door and steps out without waiting for the driver. He’s pissed at me so I’m surprised when he offers me his hand to exit. I do so, tugging my skirt back down. I’d dressed totally appropriate for The Wicked Horse, but not so much to walk through an elegant hotel.
I try to press into him as we walk into the lobby, but he steps a bit away from me as he mutters, “You dressed the part to seduce me tonight, Jor. Own it.”
My face flames hot as we walk hand in hand to the private elevator that will lead up to his penthouse. He doesn’t have a security card to swipe the way Bentley did, but he flips open a panel and punches in a long code.
Walsh watches me with hard eyes as he stands opposite of me, and I can’t decide if I should try to lessen his anger. Part of me thinks not, because there’s a part of me that’s excited to see what he’ll do with it.
When the elevator doors open, Walsh extends his hand in a silent invitation for me to precede him into the living area. I do and make it no more than five steps before he says, “Stop.”
I do and turn around to look at him. My jaw drops and my heart starts racing as I see him slide his belt free of his slacks. There’s a low-burning flame in his eyes and a hard set to his jaw.
“Did you ever drop to your knees to welcome your husband home from work?” he asks as he drops the belt to the floor and undoes the button to his pants.
“What?” I ask in stunned surprise.
“Come on, Jorie,” he taunts me as he slips the zipper down. “You went to a sex club last night looking for answers. You’ve set out to discover something about your sexuality. So, tell me… are you the type of woman who will take her lover’s cock down her throat when he walks in the door? Willing to get some rug burns on your knees when he fucks your face?”
Oh, wow.
Holy shit.
That is hot as all get out, and my sex spasms.
I don’t answer Walsh because, sadly, I have never done that with Vince. It never crossed my mind, and I think it never did because I never craved him. Or perhaps he never was that great in giving me pleasure, so I didn’t ever want to return it. Or maybe it was the fact that he was an asshole a lot of the time, so I really didn’t think he deserved it.
But my mouth floods with saliva as Walsh takes his dick out and strokes it slowly while he watches me. I don’t hesitate. I walk right to him and drop to my knees.
That gorgeous cock looms huge in front of me, a clear bead of pre-cum on the tip. I lean forward to touch it with my tongue, but his hand comes out to stop me. A thumb goes under my chin, his fingers curling around the side of my neck.
“I don’t want you to lick me,” he says roughly. “Or suck me. I want to fuck your mouth. Do you understand there’s a difference?”
I shake my head, and I’m so turned on now by his words I want to put my hand between my legs.
“You will when I’m finished with you,” he says darkly. “Then you might think twice about goading me.”
“If you’re trying to scare me,” I tell him, twisting my neck so he releases his hold. “It won’t work. I’m not leaving.”
“Damn right you’re not leaving,” he returns with a growl. “But I want you to see that just because we’re not in The Wicked Horse, it doesn’t mean it’s not going to be kinky, dirty fucking. You might be playing with a fire you can’t handle.”
“I’ll take the ri—” I start to say, but then his cock is in my mouth with his hands on both sides of my head to hold me in place.
He slides in slowly, pushing to deliberately test my gag reflex, and it kicks in the minute the head touches the back of my tongue. Walsh backs out just as slowly, but never leaves my mouth.
Staring down at me with glittering, lust-filled eyes, he murmurs, “I don’t mind you leaking a few uncomfortable tears to take me down, but I don’t want you gagging. Try swallowing this time.”
God… how can I be so turned on when he’s talking about making me uncomfortable to the point of tears?
I give him a nod, and he slowly pushes in as his gaze stays locked to where we’re connected.
“Been dying to get that cherry lipstick on my cock,” he says in such a soft voice I can barely hear him.
My own hand involuntarily starts to dive under my skirt, but he gives me a harsh, “Don’t. You only get off by my hand, tongue, or dick, got it?”
I nod again, and as the head of his cock starts to hit that area that will make me gag, I work my throat in a valiant effort to take him down.
And I gag again, harder than the last time.
Walsh immediately pulls all the way out and gives me a chastising shake of his head. “You might want to practice this in the future, but for right now, I know your limits.”
I lick my lower lip and patiently wait for him to give it to me again. I try not to be disheartened by the fact he said I would have to practice, not we would have to practice.
His hands tightening their hold on my head, he pushes his hips forward and enters my mouth for a third time. I sheath my teeth, concentrate on stroking him with my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and adding on a tiny bit of a sucking motion. This lasts about ten seconds because he starts to move a little more roughly, never quite getting deep enough to gag me, but making it a little difficult to keep my tongue and lips in sync with his thrusts.
Faster he goes, and I give up trying to pleasure him with my own moves. I can do nothing more than let him use my mouth as a vessel and as he starts to hammer into me, my saliva is leaking out past my lips.
“That’s it,” he praises me, but I don’t know what I’ve done other than slobber.
I suck in air through my nose because he’s so large in my mouth it’s the only way I can breathe. His breathing is getting rougher, and he starts to encroach on the back of my mouth the harder he fucks my face. He’s going so fast I don’t even have time to gag, but I’m surprised when tears fill my eyes as he promised. I’m not being hurt in any way, but I am being used roughly. If the wetness in my panties is any indication, I love it.
Walsh starts cursing under his breath. I blink my eyes rapidly, letting the tears spill down my cheeks, and look up to find him staring at me in such a way my pussy starts to cramp with my own need. His jaw is locked hard, teeth gritted, and I can tell he’s on the brink of coming. It’s the sexiest look I’ve ever seen on another human being, and I find myself anticipating his release.
“Fuck,” Walsh barks out. He goes still in my mouth, the head of his cock resting in the middle of my tongue, and he starts to unload. God, he even tastes good. Not bitter but mellow, and my throat starts working to take it all from him.
“Fuck,” he says again, this time on a satisfied moan as he slowly pulls out. His gaze softens slightly as he looks down at his dick. “I knew that red lipstick would look good on me.”
My eyes slide to his cock, which is still looking impressive in size, and I have no clue what my mouth looks like but I’m sure most of my lipstick is gone. It’s smeared beautifully along the length of his shaft.
I’m shocked when Walsh drops to his knees and his mouth crashes against mine. He kisses me hard without asking for entrance, taking control of my tongue and laying final claim to ownership of my mouth.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, “Greedy girl. Can’t taste myself.”
I can do nothing but moan over his words. Then his lips come to my cheek and he kisses my tears, using the tip of his tongue to take a tiny taste. “Your tears taste fucking good, Jorie.”
“Walsh,” I whisper, now in sensory overload.
He just taught me what it meant to fuck a face, and now I know the difference. Watching how he handled me roughly and how turned on he was as he did it has made me so sensitive between my legs, it’s not going to take much to make me climax.
With surprising grace, Walsh stands up and brings me right along with him. Not even bothering to tuck his half-hard dick back in his pants, he takes me by the hand and leads me through his enormous and quite lavishly decorated apartment. I didn’t notice it too much the first time I was here, and I’m certainly only able to get a cursory look right now, but the man has no problem spending money as far as I can see.
Walsh heads through an open kitchen to a hallway that leads straight back to his bedroom. He gives me a little push to my back. “Get naked and get on the bed.”
I don’t hesitate. I’m all for getting past the awkward removal of clothes. He has to be well sated right this moment, but his eyes burn no less hot than before he came in my mouth. He watches as I shimmy out of my clothes, but I look right back at him as he disrobes. We did the dirtiest type of fucking one can do last night, and we’ve never seen each other naked.
Walsh doesn’t disappoint. His torso is as fabulous as I remembered but it’s only complemented by his muscular legs and tight ass. He’s perfectly built in my opinion, but I might be a little biased. I’ve loved this man since I was a little girl, only in a familial/friendship type way, but I’ve also thought about him in other ways, too. The sight of his naked body, even as his dick is softening, makes me achy with need for him.
“Bed, Jorie,” Walsh reminds me.
I crawl on it with the intent to lay in a sexy pose as I turn over to face Walsh, but he’s on the bed with me quick as lightning and flipping me to my back to straddle me right at my pelvis.
I use the opportunity to check his package out better. It’s still large even in its softened state and he keeps himself trimmed tight, which I love. My eyes go up to find him staring at my tits.
“They don’t bite,” I say jokingly, and his gaze comes to meet mine.
His lips curve slightly. “But I do. It’s probably going to hurt a little.”
A shudder ripples through me, and my nipples harden. Walsh’s eyes flick back down to my breasts. “Look at that. Looks like they want to be bitten.”
I swallow hard and wait with anticipation for him to lay torture upon then. My nipples have never been supersensitive so the thought of him getting a little rough with them is thrilling.
“But I want something else first,” Walsh says, and I blink my eyes to focus back on him. He moves backward, pushing his knees down in between my legs so they spread.
There’s no hesitation, only hungry determination as he lays down and pushes his face into my pussy. My back arches off the bed at the feel of his mouth on me. There’s no teasing movements, and he hits my clit hard and fast.
It only takes seconds before I’m screaming out his name as he gives me my first orgasm of the night.