Black(22)

Elle’s soft eyes fell in shock, her gaze trained on the obvious outline of my dick in my trousers. “You’ve got a one-track mind, beautiful.” I smiled, thinking how sweet and innocent she’d been only yesterday, then after a night in my hands, she was the horniest little sex kitten I’d ever seen. I loved all the sides of her.

I didn’t give her a chance to argue or pout. I stalked out of the bedroom, through the kitchen, then opened the door that led down the short flight of stairs to the library. I smiled when I heard the soft pad of her footsteps behind me. I didn’t check to see if she held the towel. She was a good girl; I knew she didn’t.





Sixteen

Elle

I stood in the cold, shivering and naked in the dim light, wondering what on earth I was doing following a man down the back stairs without a stitch of clothing on into the public library on a Sunday morning.

“We’re cleaning today.” The lights suddenly flicked on and Maxwell came around the corner, a few bleached white rags and a spray bottle in his hands.

“What? Are you crazy?” My eyes flicked to the front window, thankful that at least the shutters were closed. No prying eyes could see me in all my naked, curvy glory. “You want me to clean? Naked?” I uttered, thinking I must be misunderstanding him again.

“Mmm…” He approached and his fingers trailed between my legs, sliding between my still-damp lips and working slow circles at my burning clit. “Yes, I want you to clean naked. It’s easier for me to do this.” One long finger dipped inside and gathered more of my juices, swirling around my clit again and causing my stomach to swim with anxious butterflies. “And this.” His finger left my body and thrust deep into his mouth where he licked and sucked the glistening sex off his finger. “Now stop complaining.” He kissed me long and sweet on the lips and I tasted my own musk on his breath. That alone made me eager to do anything he said, coupled with his lips pressed to mine… He could make me his sexy slave and I’d be a willing participant. “Now get to work.” He landed a swift smack at my ass and arousal tore through me. I was suddenly desperately needy and so ready to play his game.

“I told you I would make you work for my cum today.” He winked.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not afraid of a little hard work, then.” I cocked my own head, then spun, pulling the rags and spray from his hands and dropping to my knees on the floor at his feet, my eyes sparkling. “Where should I start, Maxwell?”

His eyes flared as they flicked up and down my body while I waited, my eyes landing at the bulge tenting his dark slacks. So thick and rigid, I could make out the crown of his erection. The engorged tip faintly outlined through the thick fabric had me so wet I half-hoped he’d see me bent over and, unable to control himself, he’d take me right here on the floor.

I contemplated reaching up to grasp his length, at least nine inches in my estimation, and beg him to let me put it in my mouth again. I licked my lips before one large palm covered his length and he squeezed.

He squeezed.

My eyes nearly bulged from my head as arousal trailed down my thighs at seeing him hold his erection in his own hand. His eyes flickered with amusement when he saw the torture he was putting me through and he squeezed it again, adjusting it to stand straight up, the tip threatening to pop through the waistband at his navel.

“Something got you distracted?” His gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine before he grabbed a chair and planted himself in front of the circulation desk, his hand still caressing his length from the outside of his pants.

“Bend over.” He nodded. “Start cleaning.” His order sent shivers of desire through me before I obeyed. I sprayed and wiped the floor, feeling like his slave, relishing his eyes on my body. I dared not sneak a glance, fearful of his reprimand, yet craving his attention all the same. I twisted in another direction, the wood biting at my knees as I cleaned, thinking this would have been much easier with a mop, but then where would the fun be in that?

He liked seeing me like this, and the truth was, I loved his hungry gaze on me, eating up my naked behind, seeing the sex glisten down my thighs. I wiggled my hips, chancing a glance his way.

His heavy gaze was cast on me, his pants now undone and his erection tight in one fist, tugging slowly, enjoying his time watching me clean for him.

“Don’t know how much longer I can take just watching you,” he grit, his eyes flashing to mine, then back to my round bottom. “So fucking sexy bent over, your pussy bared for me. You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart. Love seeing you so wet for my cock.” He pumped his fist up and down his length, pleasuring himself and sending shocks of arousal coursing through my body.