Silent No More(22)

“The hell it isn’t,” he says as he is turning me to face him. “You’re withholding something from me. He did this, didn’t he?” He lifts my chin to look at him. He’s mad. I can see it in his eyes.

“Yes,” I say in a shallow voice. Damn me, and my inability to think fast enough to come up with something better to tell him.

“God damn it! I can’t leave you alone for two fucking seconds.” He runs both hands through his hair. He’s angry. Is he angry with me?

“This isn’t my fault!” I shout. Does he think I go around letting men hurt me? God, I am certainly not someone who willingly takes abuse. Well…not that kind. It’s not like Luke is really physically abusive. At least, I don’t think he is. I was with him for five years. He never showed any signs of aggression.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Shannon,” he sighs out as his face relaxes. It doesn’t last long as his eyes darken and his eyebrows knit together. “I’m going to fucking kill that shit-fuck.” He says the last sentence deadly serious. I need to get his mind on something else.

“Calm down, Sparky,” I say as I’m backing him up to the couch. “You need to relax and we need to get on with this meeting.”

“Sparky?” he questions. I don’t think he likes that name, but his expression changes.

“You get worked up and sparks start flying everywhere,” I tell him as he lowers himself down onto the couch. He grabs the back of my thighs pulling me onto his lap. My pumps fall off my feet and on to the floor. My knee length dress rides up just under my sex to accommodate his lap. I can feel the bulge in his pants touching me through our clothes and my sex starts to pulsate.

He has one hand wrapped around my waist and the other moving from the back of my thigh, up under my dress to cup one of my butt cheeks. He pulls me closer and his face is touching my stomach. The fabric of my dress is between my skin and his mouth. He inhales deeply.

“You’re perfect,” he says. He moves his hand from my waist to the top of my dress where the zipper is. Slowly, he slides it down. He looks up at me.

“I have to see all of you. I need to see all of you.” I don’t stop him. I want this too. I shouldn’t, but I do. Last night isn't enough. There has been an empty void since he withdrew from me last night. I should still be mad at him for keeping a secret from me. It's sort of a big secret, but I can’t think about that now. I really need him inside of me. If he had told me who he is, I probably would never have let last night happen and I rather enjoyed it.

He lifts the dress over my head and I rest my hands on his shoulders. He unhooks my lacy white bra and tosses it to the side. He’s still fully dressed. His face goes between my breasts, kissing me between them. I bend, bringing his face to meet mine and kiss him while loosening his tie.

I’m sitting on his lap in nude stockings and white lacy panties. He looks down at my sex with hungry eyes.

“Stand up,” he commands and I do as I’m told. His eyes hold their position. “Take off your panties, but leave the stockings on,” he says.

Hooking my thumbs into each side of my panties, I slowly slide them to the floor. I step out and he pulls me back onto his lap.

I go for his belt, unbuckling and pulling it from the loops of his pants. I toss it to my right. I reach for the button on his pants and it pops open. After I pull his zipper down, he lifts so that I can slide his pants and boxer briefs down to the floor. He kicks them off with his feet along with his shoes. His cock is rock hard, and the length is touching the lips of my womanhood.

She is doing a “hell yeah” dance.

I push his jacket off his arms and remove it from behind him. He’s watching me and rubbing the sides of both of my thighs. The contact between us is electric. One second his hands are touching the skin above my stockings, and the next second, it’s over my stockings and then back up again.

I remove his tie and unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his back. He reaches for his cock, stroking it as I lift myself from his lap. He guides himself to my opening. I ease back down slowly, and he enters me. The emptiness inside me is gone and I’m filled with him, all of him to the hilt.

“God, you’re fucking hot as hell in there, and so damn tight. I don’t know how much more of you I can take before I explode,” he says and I smile. I love that I’m such a turn on for him, because he is very much a turn on for me.

I start to move up and down on him. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, his hands holding on to my back. My head falls backwards as he bites down hard and I let out a scream of pleasure. He quickly covers my mouth and I look at him.