Undersold(23)

At the top of the stairs, he turned left, and took me into a large, open bedroom space that must have been half the upper floor. A huge bed in the middle dominated the room. A chair and a couch took up one wall, and the others were covered in bookshelves, with a large wooden desk on the last wall. There were small antiques everywhere and more paintings lined the walls. It looked more like a library than a bedroom.

“Is this your office or where you sleep?” I asked.

He grinned at me. “A bit of both, honestly. I like books; I’ve always been a huge reader. So it’s comforting to have them around.”

I walked over to a shelf and ran my fingers over their spines. Titles I recognized and titles I didn’t, hundreds of them in all directions. I was a pretty big reader, too, but didn’t have nearly as many books as he did. I guessed only the public library did, or maybe the local universities.

He came up behind me as I was looking through them and wrapped his arms around me. I felt his soft lips graze my neck and his hand tilt my head to the side. His lips moved up to the base of my jaw, and he kissed me from behind. I almost dropped the book I was holding as the excitement hit me deep. I was in Shane Green’s bedroom, holding his book, being kissed by his perfect lips, being touched by his sculpted body. I managed to fumble the book shut and push it back onto the shelf as he continued to kiss me. I turned around and fully met his lips with mine, and I could feel my hunger for him growing as our lips parted and our tongues met. He pulled away and wrapped his arms around me then kissed my neck.

“This was an excuse to get you up here,” he whispered in my ear. His hot breath sent a tingle down my back.

“I figured that out,” I said back.

He ran his hand up my inner thigh, passed the hem of my dress, and gently touched my soaking wet mound.

“Do you want to know my rules,” he whispered as he started to gently rub. My knees nearly buckled, and I had to grab onto his strong frame to keep myself standing.

“Yes,” I whispered back, voice thick with pleasure.

He skillfully worked my body, and smelled my neck. “Rule number one. You can tell nobody, not another living soul, that we are together.” I felt my body convulse with pleasure as he slid his hand underneath my panties. His calloused fingers ran themselves over my soaked clit, and my knees shook with the effort to remain upright.

“Yes,” I whispered, enraptured.

“Rule number two,” he said into my ear. “You cannot see another man while you are with me. You are mine and only mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned back.

“Good girl. Rule number three,” he replied, and slid a finger inside of me. I let out a little gasp of pleasure. “You will come only when I say you can, and never before. You must always have my permission.”

I let out a deep moan as he slid his finger back toward my moist clit.

“Yes, Mr. Green,” I said. I could feel his smile against my neck.

“Very good. Those are your three rules. Now, I think you owe me something.”

I took a deep gasp of pleasure then I pushed him gently away, and started to undo his belt buckle. I pulled it loose, undid his pants, and slipped my hand inside to feel his large hard cock. I was surprised at the stiffness of it already, pressing against his underwear, and he grunted his pleasure as I stroked it through the fabric.

We kissed again, and I kept stroking him until I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t need to, because he already felt like granite in my hand, but I wanted to make him as hard as I could. I started to pull his pants down, and he unbuttoned his shirt buttons. I crouched in front of him, pulled his underwear down, and took his rock hard shaft in my hand. He looked down at me, eyes full of lust, as I ran my tongue along its length, root to tip.

“That’s right,” he growled quietly as I took the tip into my mouth and ran my tongue along its bottom. I could feel myself grow even wetter as I tasted his juice, and I slid my lips down deeper along his length. I looked up at him and our eyes met, his burning with pleasure and desire. I took him as far as I could and moved back up, running my hand around the length as my lips moved. He groaned his pleasure, and pulled his shirt off. I reached up with my right hand, my left hand wrapped around him still, and ran my fingers over his chiseled abs. His muscles rippled, perfectly sculpted and shaped.

His cock was rock hard in my mouth as I moved up and down along it. His hands ran through my hair gently, but didn’t press me down. He let me do the work, as I sucked and ran my hand along him.

“Come here,” he grunted, and pulled me up to meet him. Our lips came together and his tongue pressed hard into my mouth. He moved me toward the bed, turned me, and bent me over its edge. I let out a small ah as he lifted the hem of my dress and pulled my panties down, and unzipped the back of my dress. I could feel his fingers cover my mound and find my swollen spot, and waves of pleasure rolled down my body as he rubbed my clit and ran his other hand through my hair. I reached out over the grey sheets and grabbed tight as I felt myself aching for him.