I did as he said and watched as he sat on the shower floor and positioned himself under me so that the back of his head was almost against the wall with his mouth in line with my pussy. Oh, dear Lord. He really was going to kill me. He ran his hands up my legs and then took my pussy in his mouth. His tongue dipped into me while his thumb massaged my clit. I watched for awhile before the pleasure became too much and I dropped my head against the wall as it overtook me. Between Scott sucking, licking, rubbing and gently biting me, I was close to one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. When it hit, my limbs almost gave way and Scott quickly moved from what he was doing to hold me up. I screamed in pleasure and let it take over; allowing him to take my weight and keep me from falling. Eventually, I crumbled into his lap, straddling him, and rested my head on his shoulder.
We sat like that for a couple of minutes before he nudged my head. “Babe, you okay?’ he asked in a husky voice.
I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes. “I’m more than okay.”
He grinned. “You ready for the next round? Because, I’ve gotta tell you, my dick is so ready to be in you.”
I didn’t respond; just kissed him. Madly, passionately and like my life depended on it. Lips, tongues and teeth were colliding in this kiss that set my nerve endings on fire. I pushed myself closer to him. The need to be as close to him as I could was so intense that it was all I could process at the moment. We were skin to skin and I felt like I was right where I was meant to be; Scott felt like my destiny in that moment. The way our bodies moved in unison felt like they’d been made for each other.
He broke the kiss and eyed me wildly. “Fuck. Now, babe. I need you right fucking now.”
I nodded. He didn’t have to tell me twice; I was completely on the same page. He gripped my hips and moved me so he could enter me. Just as he was about to, he stopped mid thrust and moved me away. “Shit, we need a fucking condom,” he muttered.
“Shit,” I agreed. Bloody hell, I couldn’t believe we’d almost done that.
He smacked me on the ass. “I’ve got one in my bedroom.”
I moved off his lap and we stood up. Stepping out of the shower, I reached for the towel but he put his hand on my arm and stopped me, shaking his head. He turned off the water and then placed his hand on my back and guided me to his bedroom. We dripped water as we went but he didn’t seem concerned about it.
As we entered the bedroom, he pointed at the bed, indicating for me to lie down. I’d never had sex with such a dominating man and I decided then and there that I loved being dominated. As I lay on his bed, he stood next to it and watched me while reaching into the top drawer of his bedside table to find a condom. Once he found it, he used his teeth to rip the packet and then he rolled it onto his cock. Good Lord, even the way he did that was a turn on. He held his cock with one hand while rolling the condom on with his other hand and once it was on he reached under and massaged his balls for a moment while his other hand ran up and down his cock a couple of times.
“You still wet, babe? Or do you need me to take care of that again?”
“You have no idea how wet I am for you right now.”
He was still sliding his hand up and down his cock; there was no way I wasn’t wet but he cocked his head to the side and said, “I need you to show me. Dip your finger in your pussy and touch yourself. Then I want to lick your fingers.”
Oh. My. God. Scott had the dirtiest mouth I’d ever had the good fortune of listening to. Without moving my eyes from his, I slipped a finger into my pussy, and then slowly pleasured myself for a minute. Then I pulled it out and rolled onto my side so I was closer to the edge of the bed where he was standing. I reached my hand out so that he could bend down and take my finger in his mouth. He took it all the way in and licked it with his tongue before sliding it back out. We didn’t lose eye contact once while this all happened.
“Told you I was wet for you,” I purred.
He’d been going pretty slowly all night, but his patience snapped at my words and he moved quickly onto the bed. In one swift movement, he had me on my stomach and he was kneeling on top of me. He pulled my hips up off the bed until I was on my hands and knees. Leaning over me, he whispered in my ear, “You ready for my cock now, sweetheart?”
I didn’t answer him, just nodded. He moved back and positioned himself behind me. Holding onto my hips his cock hit my entrance but he didn’t enter me completely straight away. He teased me instead, circling himself over my pussy. It was maddening and I pushed back, hoping to take his cock deep inside.
“Greedy. I fuckin’ love greedy,” he grunted, and thrust hard and fast inside me. Finally.
His cock filled me and I was in a state of bliss as he thrust in and out, gaining speed as he went. His hands remained on my hips in a firm grasp as he brought me to another orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut and white lights flashed as I came and screamed his name.
“Fuck babe, I’m gonna come hard. Your pussy is so fuckin’ sweet,” he grit out just before he lost himself in an orgasm.
I was spent. Waiting until he was finished, I barely held myself up. As soon as I knew he was done, I collapsed onto the bed and lay sprawled on my stomach. He followed closely behind and lay next to me, his hand lazily reaching out and wrapping around my waist. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open but eventually gave in and closed them. My last thought was that my one night with Scott Cole had been so worth it.
Chapter 21
Scott
I checked the time again. It was eight am and Harlow was still asleep. I’d been up for an hour now and was showered and ready for the day. For the past five minutes I’d been standing here watching her sleep, remembering how good it felt to fuck her. She’d gotten under my skin; no other woman had ever made me feel the things I was feeling. I had no idea where we’d go next but what I did know was that I had to get back inside her. Soon.
I was concerned that she might be needed at work this morning so I reluctantly sat on the side of the bed and gently woke her up. It took a couple of minutes but she eventually rolled onto her back and opened her eyes.
“Morning,” I smiled at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. My eyes roamed over her body while she woke up some more. A fuckin’ glorious sight to start the day with.
“Hi,” she said, hesitantly.
I wasn’t sure what the hesitation was all about but chose to ignore it for now. “You sleep well?”
“Yes, thanks,” she replied in a quiet voice.
Fuck, it was like the Harlow who’d screamed my name last night was gone and had been replaced with someone who wasn’t familiar with my cock. I was about to find out what the fuck was going on when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket to see who it was. Shit, it was Griff.
“Sorry, I need to take this,” I apologised, holding up my phone.
She nodded and I left the room to talk to Griff. “What’s up, Griff?” This had better be important because it was dragging me away from the sweetest pussy I’d ever had in my life.
“The meeting with Bullet is in an hour. I just got word.”
“At Gerry’s?”
“Yeah, brother. I’ll see you there,” he said, and disconnected the call.
I walked back down the hall and into my bedroom. Harlow was no longer in my bed. Figuring she was in the bathroom, I headed into the kitchen and put the kettle on to make her a coffee. She joined me about five minutes later, dressed in shorts that barely covered her ass and the tightest fuckin’ tank top I’d ever seen. I was instantly hard.