“Yes.”
“Yes?” He phrased it like a question, but there was no hesitancy in the way his fingers pulsed between my quivering thighs—opening of their own volition to the onslaught that awaited.
“You have no idea how many ways I’ll break this little body, but I promise to put you back together again.” His words were spoken against the crook of my neck between labored breaths that clung to the last of his restraint.
The heat from his body fell over mine like a mist of embers, blanketing me with a thin layer of perspiration that roared to a fire with every pluck of his fingers between my legs. I sunk my heels into the couch and lifted my hips to rock in time with his flicking wrist. I’d never seen something so erotic as watching his hand peeling pleasure from my body with a simple twist of his fingers and quirk of his hand.
“Mmmm.”
I writhed against him, not caring what I looked like, only focusing on the look of immense desire surging in his eyes like a storm of rising tide ready to obliterate everything he dared look upon. With those eyes focused on me, I knew he meant every word he said about breaking me apart. I felt it as he gripped my clit between his fingers, rubbing until the breath seized in my throat.
“I’ll give you the first one free. The rest you’ll have to work for,” he said with a wink. Not a second passed that I had an opportunity to think about what he meant before he widened my legs with the turn of his fist and spread me open and sunk two fingers in as far as they would go. Like the parting of the red sea, I felt something turning inside me. A torturous ripple that seemed to pull at me with a force I couldn’t reach, couldn’t place or touch with my own fingers. It danced between a hollow ache and a heightened awakening that left my mind numb.
“When I pull my hand away, I want to be able to taste how ripe this pussy is for me. Come all over my fingers, Blaire.”
His fingers climbed higher like they were scaling the wall to reach the highest point that would have my body tumbling in a free fall. I scrambled for purchase against the couch, the lush cushions feeling like quicksand at my back as I sank further into his hold. Those lips that whispered filthy words and tasted of hedonistic decadence moved from my neck, sending shockwaves across my jaw and stunning my lips into submission. Swirling through my mouth with the same cadence as his shifting fingers, Joel’s tongue was a flurry of momentum that I couldn’t get enough of. He licked my lips and batted my tongue, and just when I thought my body couldn’t take any more, it tightened further under the weight of my impending orgasm.
“Joel.” I barked out his name in fear as if I were teetering on the edge of some great precipice with a hand looking for reassurance. His mouth smiled against mine, a toothy cat-that-ate-the-canary grin that was starting to become his signature look.
He lodged his fingers firmly inside me, withdrew an inch, then slammed back into me. I should have felt the changing tide in the way every muscle in Joel’s body stiffened with the most meticulous attention. The sensation was just what I needed to send me soaring.
“I’m coming!” I screamed, alarmed at my own orgasm that burst from me. My whole body shook as if a current of electricity sparked inside my veins, and I continued convulsing to the tempo of Joel’s seeking hands. He slowed down his pace to sporadic touches against my clit that felt like he was branding me with a cattle prod for how sensitive I was.
If the couch was messy before, it was a Slip’n Slide by the time I lifted my hips from the pool of moisture gathering between my cheeks and dribbling down my ass.
“My messy girl.” Joel looked down at the darkened spot I made, smiling before turning to me with a look of ardor—like a Boy Scout receiving his “Make a Girl Come” badge. A wave of elation washed over me, and I felt the first hiccup of laughter bubble in my chest, looking to break free. When more surfaced, I gave in to the overwhelming need to giggle. Joel let out a light chuckle, too, seemingly swept away in the moment. I wasn’t even sure what I was laughing at, and I had absolutely no idea what he was laughing at, but I just went along with it. Maybe it was the culmination of months of being practically celibate only to break my spell to a man as devastatingly hot as Joel, or maybe there was something about getting finger-banged on the couch, with the lights off and a couple drinks between us that made me feel like a teenager whose parents were out of town. I was never that girl, but Joel did have a way of bringing out the reckless side of me—one I didn’t know too well, but didn’t mind having a little sit down with.
Joel winked at me before his arms swooped down to lift me up in a ball of arms and legs, dangling like a rag doll. With swinging limbs, I felt boneless as Joel made his way from the living room through the dining room and down the hall.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” My words echoed through the house, competing with the sounds of howling winds and rocks scraping at the stuccoed exterior of my home.
Joel leaned his head down, speaking just above my face, “You didn’t actually think we were done, did you? I’m taking you to the room and then I’m going to fuck you like it’s my job and I’m looking for a promotion. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like we have a long night ahead of us.”
“Don’t you know it.”
With his back to the bedroom door, he pushed the door wide open, pivoted his feet, and launched me through the air to land on the bed. The mound of sheets bundled atop the bed broke my fall, digging into my back in the most discomforting of places, and I fisted and kicked them until the bed was nearly stripped down to one sheet.
This tall, block of a man stood at the end of the bed with a shaft glistening with pre-come and a smirk that said he knew how to use it. Instead of looking put off by my wrestling match with the linens, he seemed excited by it. I fisted the lone sheet that survived my assault and let my legs fall open in invitation. Joel’s eyes roared to life, his cock lurching at the prospect of burrowing into my depths. I followed his eyes like a snake looking to strike. He looked dead between my legs, searching between the cave of my thighs in the darkness of the room. Teasing wasn’t usually in my repertoire, but one-night stands weren’t either. Besides, it didn’t really count if we both knew that I would put out. So when I swayed my legs from side to side, I didn’t exactly know what to anticipate next.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, watching my legs as they shifted on the bed. Of all the things he could have done or said, it wasn’t the deadpanned face and honest growl that I was expecting. Especially coming from a man who probably had lines of models all waiting to wrap their lithe bodies around his mountain of muscles.
“You know that, don’t you? You look all sweet and innocent, wholesome even. I just want to dick you down and make you fucking filthy.” Joel gripped the base of his shaft, his fist shoving into a smattering of dark hair while he pumped his hand up and down the length of his erection. A bead of moisture licked along my cleft, priming me for the slab of meat his hand beat into an erect pole ready to penetrate.
He climbed over the edge of the bed, and I lifted my hips to greet him, willing him to jump straight to it, marking foreplay officially over. I’d never been so ready, never wanted someone, never wanted to fuck as much as I did at that moment with Joel, cock-in-hand, hard as stone, and burning with a need that mirrored my own. His other hand skated up my calf, past my knee to grip my thigh. He pulled me down across the bed, causing my legs to widen with the jerk of my hips.
“Ah,” I yelped, more surprised by the sudden movement than the grip on my thigh that promised to bruise if he continued holding me as he was.