Chapter 15

Fifteen

TOM

The instantshe accepted my proposition, I hoisted her up into my arms. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she held on tight as I carried her to my leather couch, her body straddling mine as I sat us down. Taking a second to admire the blush rising up her neck and warming her cheeks, I gently uncoiled the robe’s fabric belt, letting the robe fall off her shoulders and pool at my feet.

I took in a sharp inhale at the sight of her perfect breasts. Fuck. I’d imagined her like this since last night. I had no clue how I was able to resist her when she crawled onto me in my car. They way she’d moved her hips…the way she’d crashed her mouth into mine—it had made my mind spin out of control. And when my hand slipped under her dress and found nothing but bare flesh, I nearly lost it. I was seconds from ripping my jeans open and burying myself inside her.

It would’ve been so easy, so fucking hot, but so fucking wrong. Taking her last night would’ve been a mistake I could’ve never taken back. The first time I claimed her, I wanted her one-hundred percent conscious and aware of everything I was doing to her body. I needed her to give me her true consent, but I also wanted her to remember the way I fucked her and tasted every part of her.

Sara really had no idea how madly infatuated I was with her—since the first moment I spotted her at the coffee shop. And I tried—I fucking tried—to do the noble thing and stay away. The distance had helped, plus burying myself in work. I didn’t know how I’d done it, but I’d managed not to call or text her for four days, and up until she texted me that she was at the club, I thought I’d escaped my fate. But I hadn’t done it just for me. I’d tried to spare her the heartache too, because at the speed we were going, we were destined to crash.

But that text…I’d not even stopped to think if what I was doing was right. I didn’t bother to consider what would happen once I saw her. I simply grabbed my car keys and raced to the city, storming into the club like some crazed boyfriend. Boyfriend…the word sounded odd inside my head at the time, but when I finally spotted her on the dance floor dancing with that other man, something inside of me went feral.

The sheer possessiveness that raked my body was borderline criminal. How could I feel this way about this girl when we weren’t anything? And, well, that was the goddamn problem, wasn’t it? I didn’t own her. And the thought of not being the one to own her smiles… Or own her kisses… own her touch—that thought mauled my mind like a grizzly bear tearing up its prey. In that exact moment when I saw her pressed up against that long-haired asshole, only one thought rang inside my head—mine.

It was illogical. Barbaric. But I didn’t care if it made me look like a Neanderthal.

I’d known then there was no other option. She was going to be mine. I just needed her to know it too.

Right now, though, I couldn’t even touch her. I just wanted to look at her like this forever, sitting on top of me, her nude body exposed to me—a goddess upon her throne. There was a bold yet vulnerable aura about her that stirred up my need to protect her, to want to keep her safe, including her heart—especially her heart.

Did I want to own every inch of her body? My cock could attest to that—prick was growing impatient with me. What, with her skin still damp from the shower, she looked dewy and delicious, beckoning me to touch her soft skin. But I kept resisting her as bad as it hurt to not run my fingers across her jawline. To not caress the perfect mounds of her breasts. To not slide my fingers between her thighs and feel the wetness pooling at her core.

Because tonight wasn’t just about exploring all the different ways I could make her come. It was about letting her know that with her, things were going to be different. I wanted more than her body. I wanted all of her or nothing.

She undulated her hips over my thighs, pressing her center hard over my jeans. Her soft moans made my entire body vibrate. She was seeking pleasure and denying her that right now lit up a spark of satisfaction inside my chest. Maybe a dark side of me wanted to punish her just a little for making me murderously jealous at the club.

Sara licked her lips as she moved faster, her movements fluid. A smile carved across my face. “You might kill me if you keep doing that.”

Biting her bottom lip, she said, “Why aren’t you touching me?”

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. “You have no idea how much I want to.”

She leaned into me, her dark silky hair cascading over both of us. “What’s stopping you?”

Cupping her jaw, I drew her in closer. “What you did to me last night…letting me see you dance with…”

“Taylor,” she said with a smirk.

“Whatever the fuck his name is, don’t ever do that to me again.”

Her eyes flashed with worry. “Tom…I’m sorry. I—”

Claiming her lips, I swallowed her words. I didn’t need an apology. All I wanted was for her to know that there was no turning back now. She was mine, and to prove it, I branded her with my kiss until she moaned my name into my mouth.

Fuck, she felt so good sitting naked on top of me, my arms wrapping tight around her body. I could do this all night, just kiss her and have her moan my name over and over again. She reached for my belt buckle, but I put my hand over hers. “First, I want to feel your body, then, you can play with mine.”

Cupping each breast, I softly rubbed my thumbs across her dark nipples, turning them into hard buds. She arched her back, and I took the opportunity to take each nipple into my mouth. She writhed, her body clamoring for me to touch her lower and lower.

Sliding my fingers down her sternum, I drew a path down her chest to her navel, then lower until I reached the spot right above her completely bare center, exactly where her body was begging me to touch her. Her skin was silky smooth, and I could see the pale pinkish color of her pussy already glistening with arousal. Devil have mercy on my soul. I couldn’t wait to slide my finger…my tongue…my cock…inside her.

“I’ve wanted you like this since last night,” I said. “Sitting on me, completely naked. Completely under my control.” I swirled my thumb right above her slit, inching it closer to her clit with each revolution. She parted her legs wide and I could see even more of her.

“Touch me, please,” she begged in a soft whisper.

I smirked. “I like the way you sound when you ask for it.”

“I need you,” she implored more forcefully.

“Tell me where you want me to touch you.”

She took my hand and brought it to her center, but I refused to touch her. “I want to hear you say it.”

Sara bit her bottom lip again, cheeks reddening.

“You haven’t talked dirty before, have you?”

Swallowing hard, she gently shook her head no. I brushed my knuckles across her warm cheeks. God she was beautiful, and her bashfulness only made me want her more. “You want me to touch your pussy? To play with your clit and make you come on my fingers?”

A seductive smile danced on her lips. Maybe she wasn’t so innocent after all.

Licking my thumb, I reached between her legs and softly rubbed around her clit until I felt her wetness coat my finger. “Ah, fuck, baby girl. You feel so goddamn good.” I kept rubbing in small circles until I knew her clit was engorged, then I touched her right where I knew she needed.

“Oh, my God. Yeah…just like that. Don’t stop.” Panting, she kept her legs spread as wide as she could, hips moving in tune to my touch.

I knew what she craved, so I gave her a small taste and pushed one finger inside her. “Shit, you are so wet.” Massaging the inside of her walls, I pressed on her G-spot until I felt her body shiver. She hung her head back, riding the pleasure wave.

But I wasn’t about to let her off that easy. After all, she wasn’t off the hook yet for what she’d done at the club. “You come when I say you can come. Understood?”

She groaned, disappointed. Such a little brat. Sliding my hand up her neck until I cupped the back of her head, I brought her face closer to mine, our lips brushing against each other. “Coming is the finish line. Getting there is the fun part.”

“You’re torturing me,” she said with a pout.

I licked my slick finger. “Torture is craving your taste for days and forcing myself not to go looking for you because I knew once I found you, I’d become a fucking addict.”

“Well, you’ve found me. What do you want to do to me now?”

“What I want is my tongue sliding up and down that pussy. Get on the couch and spread those legs for me.”

Once she was flat on her back, she parted her legs, her fingers lazily skimming over her sex. I stripped off my clothes and wrapped a hand around my rock-hard erection. Sara’s eyes widened, watching me intently as I stroked myself. She licked her lips, practically begging me to fill her mouth. “Not yet,” I told her as I brought my tongue to her slit, diving deep inside of her before flicking her little bundle of nerves.

I repeated the motion, lapping up and down her entire slit before diving my tongue deep again. Her body tightened as she neared climax, so I penetrated her with my middle finger while my tongue continued to lick.

Sara raised her head off the couch and gorged on the sight of me devouring her pussy. “I’m so close, I can’t hold it anymore.”

I licked stronger, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, thrusting faster and deeper with my finger. “Come for me, baby.”

Her hips bucked as she came, and our gazes met as I lapped off every drop of her arousal. She couldn’t even blink as she watched me slowly brush my tongue over her still-swollen clit, her legs quivering.

Yeah. I definitely own you now.

My raging male instincts begged me to fuck her. I was so mad with lust, the tip of my cock dripped with precum. But I knew once I went inside of her, I’d lose all self-control, and right now, I wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as I could. I wanted those fucking pretty lips of hers wrapped around me, sucking on my dick like she couldn’t get enough.

When I approached her mouth, she greedily took me in her hand and guided me through her parted lips. Fucking hell. That wet and warm tongue licked off all the precum in slow, sensual movements, and I thought my body would combust. She sent a rippling shockwave of erotic pleasure up my spine. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I pumped faster, harder, unable to take my gaze off her mouth as she struggled to take me all in. She focused on my head instead, lavishing it with her tongue, sucking on it like the good girl she was.

Fuck. This was the woman I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since that day at the café. And shit, remembering the way she was dressed that day in the white silk blouse and black pencil skirt, and knowing that I now had her before me completely naked and sucking on my cock…I almost lost control, and almost came in her mouth.

I pulled out just in time, and again she pouted. Fuck. She didn’t know it yet, but she already owned me. “You think I’d deny myself your body one more night? I want to bury myself so deep inside you, baby, you’re gonna scream my name.”

Reaching down for my jeans laying crumpled on the floor, I pulled out a condom from one of the front pockets, and quickly slid it on. Then I took her by the hand and guided her to her feet before picking her up. She roped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I slowly buried myself inside her warmth.

We kissed, our tongues flicking as I grabbed her hips and guided her down into my thrusts, teasing her with just half the length of my cock. Her moans reverberated through the room, prickling the hairs on my skin. Fuck. She felt so good and I hadn’t even pushed myself all the way in. “I can lose myself in you tonight,” I whispered into the crook of her neck.

“Deeper,” she urged.

I wanted to oblige her, but I needed to ease myself in or I’d cause pain. Laying her down on the couch, I spread her legs wider, slowly burying myself as deep as I could go without hurting her. My size wasn’t something everyone could take, and she was so tight, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t in any discomfort.

She winced as I filled her and stretched her walls to the max, but she nodded, wanting me to go all the way. I leveled my breaths, trying to control the beast inside me, the one demanding for me to fuck her mindless. Not yet, I told myself. There would be time for that. Right now, I needed her to get used to my nine-inch length and considerable thickness. Once we found an easy pace, I reached for her neck, gently wrapping a hand around the long, silky column.

Confident now that she could handle me, I pumped faster and faster while she moaned my name. “That’s it, baby, I want you to come for me again.”

Her back arched and I knew she was close. Licking my fingers, I brushed them over her clit as I slid in and out of her tightness.

She squeezed her legs together, muscles trembling. “Fuck, Tom…I’m almost there.”

“Spread those fucking legs, baby girl. I want to see your slick pussy as you come all over my cock.”

Her breaths grew heavier until she reached her orgasm and she screamed my name, just like I told her she would. Watching her skin flush, eyes rolling to the back of her head in pure abandon, triggered my animal instincts to claim her, to finally come inside her. Lowering my body over hers, I took her lips in mine as I ground my pelvis, seeking my own release.

Our breathes danced with each other as she wrapped her legs tight around my waist. My balls tightened and my cock grew even harder as my orgasm peaked and peaked and, ah fuck…

Unable to hold it any longer, I came inside her—in the goddamn condom—in wave after wave of mind-blowing ecstasy. Grabbing her chin, I brought my lips to her, delivering a heated kiss. Her mouth was the ripest of forbidden fruit, tart, yet sweet. She didn’t know it yet, but this was only round one. I planned to feast on those goddamn lips all fucking night.