Chapter 1 #2
My knees almost turned to water at his arrogant words, expressed with raw desire. Heat pooled low in the pit of my stomach, my body reacting instinctively to the promise laced within his husky voice.
“Say more,” I urged, tipping my head back to offer him better access to my throat.
“Every inch of you is made for pleasure,” he continued, his lips grazing my earlobe as he spoke. “The thought of sinking into your warm, wet pussy and feeling those hips move under me; it’s been driving me mad for over a decade.”
And then, his lips claimed mine in a kiss that seared straight to my soul.
I found myself melting into him, the kiss, and the madness we were plunging into together.
The world fell away until there was only Sir—only his mouth on mine and the yearning that had been simmering within me for too damn long.
Fucking with Sir was insanity, career-ending madness, but as his hands roamed over my body as if they had the roadmap to every dip and curve he professed to adore, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Not in the moment. Not when every touch from him felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
Not when the taste of him was the only thing I wanted to consume me.
I dropped to my knees with a single-minded purpose, the cold tile of the restaurant’s storage closet barely registering against my skin.
I was driven by an urgent need that had nothing to do with the chaos outside the walls that enveloped us.
I looked up into Sir’s dark, brooding eyes.
They were heavy with want. I reached for his belt, my hands nimble despite the trembling excitement threatening to unravel my composure.
“Fuck, Averie,” Sir muttered as I freed his brick-hard dick from the confines of his pants. His grumble resonated in the small space, filling it with an unmistakable urgency.
I licked my lips. His thick pipe was as long as a centipede. When my mouth finally closed around the silky, mushroom-shaped tip of his chocolate brown rod, he shuddered visibly. He was now a strong, powerful man undone by the simplest touch of my warm mouth.
Sir growled. “Oh, shit…”
“You like that?” I murmured against his girth, pulling back just enough to speak. My breath was hot on his skin.
“Fuckin’ right.” His words hissed as his fingers threaded through my jet-black curls, guiding without force. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. Your mouth, your goddamn perfect lips swallowing my kids.”
Again, his words were crude, but they lit a fire in my belly. It was exactly what I wanted—no, needed—to make him lose that ever-present control. What I wanted was more than lust. It was a craving to possess and be possessed, if only for stolen moments such as the one we were in.
“Show me then,” I said, my own voice heavy with desire. “Show me how much you’ve wanted it.”
Sir groaned, his hips instinctively seeking the warmth of my mouth again. As I took him deeper, each stroke of my tongue drew forth another layer of his restraint, revealing the raw hunger beneath his accomplished exterior.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew we were playing with fire.
If we were caught, my badge was as good as gone.
A detective found on my knees sucking off a known drug lord; it would be the scandal of the precinct.
No, the scandal of the city. But that knowledge only served to heighten every sensation, every illicit motion, and each secret caress.
The danger was a spice that made our forbidden act all the more intoxicating.
“God, if anyone sees us…” I trailed off, unwilling to complete the thought, as if speaking it aloud would make it come to life.
“Let them look,” Sir countered with a voice-roughening whisper laced with defiance. “I don’t give a fuck… not when I have you like this.”
It was wrong. Every rule and moral code I’d upheld was being shattered with each movement of my head and every slide of my full lips along his length.
Yet, at that moment, nothing could be more suitable than the way I worshiped him with my throat, claiming him as mine in a way I’d never dared until then.
Sir’s warning was a growl in the dimly lit storage room, his words straining with a cocktail of pleasure and desperation. “You’re going to make me cum, Averie. Stop.”
But I didn’t. I couldn’t. His urgency only incited me on.
I craved the hot pulse of his seed on my tongue, the salty-sweet taste of his release.
My mouth worked over his thick length relentlessly, my hands steadying his hips as they bucked toward me.
I refused to let go, my gaze locked with his in silent rebellion.
“Fuck, Averie!” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my black hair, an exquisite pain that somehow sent shivers of delight down my spine.
I moaned around his shaft, loving the sensation as my tongue slid along his silky length.
I tasted the saltiness of his precum. “I’ve fantasized about fucking you for so long.
Let me go so I can beat that sweet pussy of yours to oblivion. ”
His eyes were dark with need, the same need that echoed in the hollow of my bones. But I was an alpha female. I was unyielding. My lips remained sealed around him, drawing him deeper.
“Fine, have it your way.” The words came out as a ragged surrender.
“But you’ll be at my penthouse when you’re done here because tonight…
” His grip shifted in my hair, both punishing and possessive, pushing my head forward to take more of his length.
“We start a new New Year’s Eve tradition.
One where I get to fuck you for as long as I want. ”
My heart hammered against my ribcage, each beat spelling out the risk, the thrill, and the sheer insanity of what we were doing.
Yet, Sir’s words were a siren call I couldn’t resist. He promised something forbidden, something wild.
So, I nodded slightly, never breaking the rhythm nor easing the suction as I took him back into the warmth of my mouth.
I felt his body tense, knowing he was closer than ever.
His dick was buried halfway down my throat, and I loved it—loved the way he groaned my name so fucking helplessly as I continued to suck him.
With every pull, every breath I drew through my nostrils, I moved Sir closer to total loss of self-control.
To a moment where he was at my mercy, which was something I never thought would happen in a million years. At that moment, he was under my spell.
And in our small, hidden world, the rest of the city faded away.
The distant sounds of partying in the city were nothing but a muffled backdrop to the most intimate sounds we made.
Sir’s grip tensed around the back of my neck, holding my head still as his hips found their own pace.
He fucked my throat, reaching for a release that drove him to go faster, snaking deeper down my throat until tears sprang into my eyes.
I didn’t want him to stop. I’d dreamed about it for way too long.
I wanted it, fantasized about it, and manifested it. And here we were.
Sir’s breaths became ragged as he slipped out a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
“I’m going to worship every inch of you tonight, Averie,” he said.
I felt the rumble of his powerful whispers resonate against my melanated skin as I worked him with my mouth.
“Your nipples first, until you’re writhing and begging me to stop or to give you more.
But I won’t stop, not until you cum from it. ”
My eyes flickered up to his face, catching the determined glint in his brown gaze.
The thought of his lips on me, drawing pleasure from my hard, sensitive nipples, had silky cream pooling between my thighs.
I was supposed to be in control, but oh, how I craved to surrender to whatever Sir wanted to do to me.
“Then,” Sir continued, as his hand found its way up to cup the back of my head. His fingers threaded through my black curls. “I’ll taste you where you’re wettest, suck that throbbing-ass clit until you’re shaking and can’t take anymore.”
He paused, watching me closely as if testing my reaction.
His eyes narrowed, urging me to respond.
My response was wordless, my movements unrelenting as I used my tongue and lips to tease him more.
I wanted it, all of it. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine, to be unraveled by his touch, no matter how rough or gentle, and to give in to the wave of need that threatened to swallow me whole.
“Only when you’ve cum again beneath my tongue will I give you this dick,” he promised, his voice thick with lust. “And I will fuck you, Averie. Hard. Deep. Over and over again. Just like you want me to.”
My body responded before my thoughts could catch up, clenching around nothing as I imagined him filling me completely. The heat of his words fanned the flames inside me. I doubled my efforts, sucking him deeper, feeling him swell and twitch with every stroke of my tongue.
Sir groaned, a sound so primal that it vibrated through the small space we occupied.
“I’m close, Averie. You want this?” His question was barely a whisper, his control fraying at the edges. “You want me to spray my cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat of yours?”
God, yes, I thought, though no words left my lips. My mouth was otherwise occupied, and I wouldn’t allow myself to ease up; not when I was so close to tasting his release.
The tension in Sir’s body peaked, his muscles coiled tight.
Then he was cumming, his hot juices spilling onto my awaiting tongue.
I moaned around him, the sound muffled by the thickness of his cream in my mouth.
It was messy, overwhelmingly inappropriate, and precisely what I wanted.
I swallowed everything he deposited, my dark brown eyes locked on him as I cleaned him up with careful, thorough licks.
Sir’s knees buckled slightly, and he leaned his palms against the wall behind me for support. His breathing was erratic as he looked down at me with a mix of awe and something fiercer. There was a silent understanding that passed between us. It was just the beginning.
“Tonight,” he panted, his fingers still tangled in my hair. “You’ll be mine.”
I removed myself slowly, my lips parting from him with a soft pop. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my breathing matching his intensity. In a few hours, I’d be his, consequences be damned.
My tongue made one final, languid sweep over the head of Sir’s package, ensuring not a single drop of his cum was wasted.
After all, it was baby swallowing season.
I felt him shiver as I stood, locking my knees in place to hold me steady after the intensity of our encounter.
His brown eyes were still clouded with lust as I offered him a small, knowing smile.
“Good as new,” I said as my full lips brushed against his cheek in a tender kiss that contrasted with the rawness we’d just shared.
Overall, I was just glad he was safe. I patted his cheek with a gentle hand, a sassy glint in my dark brown eyes, acknowledging the wildness of what had just transpired in the cramped closet space.
Sir caught his breath, his chest heaving as he tried to compose himself. The tattoos along his neck seemed to pulse with life, a vivid reminder of the powerful, untamed, and daring man he was.
“You’re a mothafuckin’ force to be reckoned with, Averie Morris,” he stated, tone deep and raspy with the remnants of pleasure.
I merely winked, stepping back and turning on my heels, leaving him leaning against the wall, a powerful figure brought to momentary submission. As I exited the closet, the sound of my sensible shoes against the floor echoed the hammering of my racing heart. The wanting had consumed us.
There’s no going back now.
The line had been crossed, my job and reputation be damned.
We both understood the gravity of what would come next.
The waiting was almost over. In the high rise of his penthouse, I would surrender to the promises whispered between his masculine moans and gasps to the fantasies that had haunted me for years.
As the door closed behind me, the rest of the world, with its rules and expectations, faded away like a forgotten dream.