Sexy Stranger(35)

Big, powerful hands gripped my hips and pulled me back against his muscular chest as he whispered into my ear, "You're not going anywhere."

My heart skipped a beat as he gripped the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head. Unthinking, I followed his lead, stretching my hands over my head and letting my shirt join his clothing on the floor.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he murmured.

My breath caught as, with the slightest twist, my bra tightened and then released as I allowed it to fall away from me.

"I want to see those tits bounce while you suck my dick," he said, and another surge of longing rushed between my thighs.

My heart was beating so fast and the blood was rushing to my ears with so much intensity that I wanted to fall to my knees in front of him and suck long and deep. I slid from his lap and took my place between his open knees, my thoughts filled with nothing but how hot his skin would feel against my hips, how amazing he would smell as I bobbed up and down.

He dragged his shirt up over his head and grinned at me, revealing a muscular chest and the sexiest set of abs I'd ever been up close and personal with. "A deal's a deal. Though I want you to take off those pants too. You'd look so hot with your knees open, sucking my cock and waiting for me." 

I shivered a little at the thought, but the feistier side of me took over. "Not part of the deal. You've got to wait for that."

I inched closer to him, taking the base of his shaft in one hand while I cupped his balls with the other. Gently, I massaged him while I worked him up and down, readying him for me. There was no way I'd be able to fit all of him in my mouth-in truth, I might need both hands just to make up for the portion of him I wouldn't be able to take-but watching him as I worked was enough to make me want to come right then and there.

His eyes darkened as he watched. He tucked one hand under my chin to force me to look into those brooding, hungry eyes.

"You're a tease," he said, his voice low and gravelly.

I tossed him a smile. "You want my mouth?"

But I didn't wait for him to respond. As his hand moved to grasp the nape of my neck, I leaned down and took him into my mouth, sucking his sensitive head as I rolled the tip of my tongue over him. He let out a low groan as I worked and took him deeper, doing my best to fit as much of him inside my mouth as I could.

His skin was even hotter than I imagined, and as he bobbed against the back of my throat, my tongue burned with the sensation of lapping him. With a little tick of movement, I could feel him growing harder still inside my mouth, and he gripped the back of my neck with more force, urging me to keep up.

All the while, I worked him with one hand, loving the way his thighs twitched with every long, deep suck. With him still inside my mouth, I let out a little moan of approval, simultaneously loving and hating the ache in my jaw that was building with every passing thrust. My lips were becoming sore with sweet, sensitive heat, and I knew when I pulled away, they would be swollen and red from my efforts. This, I knew, would only make his kisses cooler by comparison in the best, most scintillating way.

That was, if he kissed me at all. For all I knew, he might simply bend me over the table and have his wicked way with me-just like his little stick figures had done.

"Enough," he groaned as his commanding grip dragged me back and away from him. "I can't fucking take it anymore. Take off those pants and let me see what's mine."

With the deep rumble of his voice, I knew better than to argue, even though I felt bereft the second my lips left him. Standing, I unzipped my jeans and stepped carefully out of them until I was in nothing but a bright blue scrap of lace. Silently, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic, but then Luke was on his knees in front of me, his teeth on my panties as he dragged them to the floor. When he righted himself, he kissed me between my thighs, and I let out another little shiver of pleasure.

"Bend over," he commanded, and again I followed his lead.

With one hand, I swept aside the papers we'd spent all day toiling over and then bent over the table, careful to pull myself onto my tiptoes so he could get a nice, good look at what I knew he wanted most to see.

"Fuck," he groaned. "I wish I could take a picture. I could stare at your pussy all day, baby."

I shot a smile at him from over my shoulder.

Apparently, that was all it took. With another muttered oath, he gripped himself and drove into me hard and fast, and I let out a little gasp.

His powerful fingers dug into my thighs, and with greedy, hungry thrusts, he bent my body to his will. With one hand on the table to steady me, I reached the other between my legs and pleasured myself, heightening the steady push and pull of his swollen cock as he drove into me harder and harder still.