The Arrangement Anthology 1(169)

When his mouth moves, his kisses change from gentle to demanding. His tongue swirls around my nipple, flicking and sucking it. Every time he does this, I slip down the wall, unable to stand on my own. Sean presses into me, holding me in place. He works my sensitive flesh until I’m floating so high from lust that I don’t want to come down, but the place between my legs is throbbing, demanding attention.

Sean knows what he’s done to me, what I’m craving. Before more filthy suggestions fly out of my mouth, his hand slips between my legs and around the scrap of fabric covering me. As his lips work my breast, his finger pushes into me—once—fast and hard. I gasp as he does it and suddenly feel all those tightly wound coils break free. Clawing his back, I buck against his hand, moaning, as I come.

Sean lifts his head from my breast and watches me as my hips rock against his palm. My gaze is heavy with longing, but I’m aware he’s watching me. I slip my tongue over my lips slowly and blink at him, like I want more.

A wicked smile spreads across his lips. “One, you naughty woman.”

A satisfied smile crosses my lips. “Are we counting?”

“We won’t need to. You’ll remember how many times you came tonight and exactly what we were doing.” Sean leans in and nips my neck. I grin, unable to hide how I feel. “I need to fuck you senseless before you wake up from the slutty state you’re floating in, beautiful woman.”

Before he finishes speaking, Sean scoops me up in his arms and carries me across the room. He pulls the sofa chair into the middle of the floor with his foot and then bends me over the edge. My dress is still around my hips, my bra is half on, half off, and the G string around my bottom is quickly removed. Sean unzips his pants and then leans on me. I can feel how much he wants me, which makes me gasp.

“Oh my God, you’re perfect. You know that, right?” Sean rubs his hands over my back, before he sits up and slips his fingers between the V in my legs.

I try to answer him, but I can only make noises in the back of my throat. I’m so wet that his fingers slide easily inside of me. I rock against his hand, pushing back and wanting more, wanting him. He holds me there like that, bent over with my bare ass facing him. After a few moments, I realize he’s teasing me and only touching the sensitive nub. As he does it, I gasp and beg for him to do more. I can’t take the torment.

“Please, Sean, oh God, please fuck me. Please, baby…” His fingers squeeze me hard before slipping into the right spot and disappearing inside of me. I cry out as he pushes a finger in and out of me, making me hotter than I was before, but not offering me any release. My breasts rub against the chair, which makes me completely crazy.

I need him inside of me, but he waits. Instead, the fingers on his other hand trail the curves of my body, lightly touching and caressing every rise and fall of naked flesh. His eyes devour me. Hot breath washes over my neck as his hand moves over my body while the other rocks in and out of me.

The tender touches make me want to turn around and straddle him. Every part of me is humming, begging to be ridden, wanting to feel him inside of me. The light touch of his hands, and the teasing movements between my legs, make me throw my head back and pant. The air feels hot and thick. My body is covered in sweat, my dress is wrinkled around my hips, and I don’t care about anything except having him inside of me, banging into me over and over again. I want him so badly that I can’t control myself anymore.

I’m begging him, “Please, Sean… Baby, please.”

I say it again and again, each time pushing my hips harder against his hand. I can feel his dick against my thigh and wish he’d take me. I want him, I need to feel his long, hard length inside of me, rocking and slamming into me. I beg him again, saying anything that comes to mind, anything at all, to try and make him fuck me.

Sean’s voice sounds light when he speaks, as if he’s enjoying my slutty state more than I am. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Be with me, Sean. Please, please, please…” I beg again, not thinking about what it means or looks like. I’ll do anything to have him right then and he knows it.

“I am with you, Avery.” He leans over and presses his back against me, taking a fist full of my breast in his hand. He squeezes me, and rubs my nipple gently. My hips involuntarily buck against him. “You’ll have to be more specific, beautiful.”

“Fuck me.” My voice is shaking and breathy when I say it, when I beg him.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I nod vigorously and look over my shoulder, waiting and hoping that he’ll take me. “Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how badly you want my dick.”