“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, raising his hand.
I should want him to stop. I should tell him that this is crazy. I shouldn’t let him do this. But the curious part of me wants to know why this feels the way it does, wants just a little bit more of the bite, wants him to do whatever he wants to me. “No,” I say. His hand falls again, and I gasp at the fiery pain, transmuted quickly. The heat gathering in my core is unexpected, and I can feel my pussy getting wet again under his attention. He notices too, pushing a finger deep into me, spreading my wetness across my skin. He spanks my pussy again, and my hips arch off the bed in surprise. That last was harder than before, and it takes his fingers caressing me a few seconds before the fire turns into yearning.
“You’re so surprising,” he says, running his fingers through my folds. “And another time, I might want to see if I could make you come just like this.”
I shudder at the thought, at how wrong it seems, and how good I think it might be. “Another time?” I ask, a little breathlessly.
He crawls up my body again. “Another time,” he says. “Right now, I’m going to keep my promise.”
“Which one?”
His wicked smirk answers me.
8
Chris
I can’t help but smile. Which promise? The only one I’ve made her. I rake my eyes up and down her body, loving the way she looks spread out underneath me, breathless, panting, and already looking like she’s been thoroughly fucked. Her pretty pussy is glistening with juices, just waiting for me. My cock twitches, and I lean down to whisper in here ear. “The only promise I made you—to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” I pull back in time to see her eyes flare with desire. Whatever idiot screwed up that shrimp dish at the party…thank fuck.
I roll off the bed, digging in my bag for the condoms that I carry with me, in the hope…
It’s been a long time since I’ve a chance to use any of the packages I’ve bought.
“Turn over,” I tell her. She does, and I climb onto the bed behind her, pulling her to her knees so her ass is displayed in front of me like the hottest wet dream I’ve ever had. I rip open the condom, and I’m so hard that rolling it on has never been easier. I trace her ass with my hands, running my fingers through her folds again. She’s soaking wet, and I can see the beginning of her wetness dripping down her thighs. “Are you ready?” I ask, pressing her chest down to the bed so her ass is even higher in the air.
“Yes.” Her voice is quivering with anticipation.
I fit my cock against her entrance and I hear her take a breath. “Good.” I push all the way into her in one stroke, and she moans. Her pussy is gripping me like a goddamn vice and I love it. She squeezes those muscles and it feels so good that it hurts. My breath is shallow, because I don’t want to disturb this moment. I want to remember it. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I haven’t felt so relaxed and open, and I manage a laugh. Damn it all, those bastards at the meeting were right. But I’m not going to think about them right now, because I promised to fuck Scarlett into oblivion, and I plan on doing just that. I pull back just an inch, and I see her hips move with me, seeking more of me, and I know she’s ready.
Gripping her hips, I pull out to the tip, slamming back in to the hilt while pulling her back onto me. God, it feels like coming home. And I don’t stop. There’s a brutal energy in me, and I let it out, pounding into her pussy with everything that I’ve got. I feel free and feral, like a new man claiming what’s his. I watch as Scarlett’s hands grasp the sheets, as her back arches into the bed, as her fucking toes are curling next to me, and I love that I’m the one doing this to her. The sounds coming out of me as I thrust are sounds that I’ve never heard myself make before, and the sound of our skin slapping together is making me even harder.
I don’t know how it’s possible that this girl I didn’t know a day ago is doing this to me, but I’ve never felt this alive. Circling her waist with my arm, I pull her up and back against me, so her back is pressed against my chest, and I’m still buried as deep as I can be. “How do you like it?” I ask her as her head falls back onto my shoulder. I slow my thrusting and roll my hips with hers. I reach down with one hand to tease her already sensitive clit, and she cries out at my touch. “Like what?” she asks, her voice telling me she’s barely thinking straight enough to say the words.
I place my lips against her neck, licking her skin. I love the way she tastes—sweet and warm sugar all over. “How do you like me being buried inside your pussy?” I say, thrusting up to the hilt. Her fingers dig into the arm I have wrapped around her. She doesn’t answer right away, instead moaning my name as I push into her again and again and again. She’s so hot inside, like my own personal volcano that I can’t get enough of. Every time I thrust it’s like my cock is touching heaven. “What was that?”
“More,” she says faintly.
I oblige.
I push her back down to the bed, this time following her, covering her completely. The way her ass is pressing into me almost makes me come undone. I grab her hands, weave her fingers through mine, hold them steady so that she knows she’s mine, that she can’t escape the fucking I’m about to give her. I release the burst of feral energy inside, plunging in to the hilt, and I don’t stop. The bed is banging against the wall, and Scarlett is saying my name over and over again. When she can’t say it anymore, I can still hear her voice, the sound of a woman receiving the best pleasure of her life. I can’t stop now. I won’t stop. I feel her trembling underneath me and I know she’s close to coming.
I feel my own orgasm coming, starting deep inside my gut.
Scarlett screams out her climax, throwing her head back next to mine, her pussy clamping own on my cock. It sends me over the edge. My balls tighten, and a flash of pure white heat streaks down my spine. I thrust into her as deep as I can, feeling my come pouring out of me. My cock twitches inside her, and I’m helpless as bolts of pleasure wrack my body. I’ve never come so hard in my life. And as the feeling fades, we’re left tangled together in the bed sheets, sweaty and panting.
It takes a while for either of us to move, though I can’t say that I’m not enjoying feeling the way she’s breathing underneath me. I like feeling the delicate nature of her body in comparison to mine. I like to feel the spasms of her muscles against my skin, the aftershocks of the way I fucked her.
A fierce sense of pride and freedom rolls through me. I haven’t felt so good, so solid, in a long time. Not since Shelly left. And for the first time in a long time, I’m able to finish that thought without making myself change the subject.
Scarlett stirs under me, and I roll to the side. But not too far. I keep her tucked in close to me. “How do you feel?” I ask.
She blushes and turns her head into the pillow. How she can blush after all that, I’m not sure, but she does. “Well used,” she says. “You certainly kept your promise.”
“I suppose it would be entirely unprofessional to thank The Pleasure Chest marketing board tomorrow when we see them? They really did me a favor.”
Her laughter bubbles up, and I think it’s the first time I’ve really heard it. It’s pure and clear and stirs something in my chest. “Yeah, it’s probably not the best idea. But they just said what you probably already knew.”
“I think it’s something I had forgotten.” That is unexpectedly honest of me, and I’m not sure where it’s coming from, but I know that I don’t want to lie to Scarlett, and I don’t mind if she knows what happened—the thing that broke me.
She frowns at me, reaching out to push my hair off my forehead. “Seems like an odd thing, to forget to relax.”
“I guess I didn’t forget. I’ve just been…focused on work for awhile.”
The way Scarlett’s looking at me, I can tell she knows I’m avoiding saying something. “What happened?”
Shit.
9
Scarlett
The light goes out in his eyes when I ask him what happened, and I hope that I haven’t just shattered everything that we shared. But he closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, and looks at me again. “A couple of years ago I was engaged. A few weeks before the wedding I found out she was cheating with my brother.”
I feel my jaw drop open, and all the words fly out of my head because what the hell do you say to something like that?
Chris clears his throat. “They took off together,” he laughs, “into the sunset. And I moved across the country.”
“That’s when you joined Ellison?”
He nods.
“Well I’m glad you did,” I say. “You saved my job.”
He’s looking past me, and I realize that probably wasn’t the right thing to say. “I’m sorry that happened to you. That’s a terrible thing to go through.”
“It’s in the past now.” He shrugs.
I give in to my urge to run my fingers through his hair again. “Is it?”