27. Sterling
Ihad an entire evening planned, dinner, and then a stroll touring some high-end galleries, but Cecelia kept staring at me, and the way she kept staring at me made me think that maybe we needed to skip everything and go home.
“What’s next?” she asked after we had been gazing at each other over an empty table for a while.
“I could continue to charm you and convince you that I am a man of many talents, or…”
“Or?”
“We could skip all of that and I could show you,” I practically growled. The need in my chest to get Cecelia alone was feral. It didn’t care about nuance and seduction.
To my surprise, she didn’t blush. “Dress on floor time?” she asked in all innocence.
My cock surged. It was all I could do not to lunge for her then and there, claim her right now, consequences be damned.
I jumped to my feet and pulled her along with me. The car had better be waiting.
“Sterling.” She laughed as she had to run to keep up with my strides.
I practically tossed her into the back of the car when it pulled up. I dove in after her and pulled her against my chest. My mouth found her skin, and I began kissing and sucking and tasting.
“Sterling, you’re being a beast.” She pushed me back and then made knowing glances toward the front of the car.
“He’s not going to care,” I growled.
“Maybe not, but I am. No sex in the car. Please.”
I ran my hand through my hair and then wrapped my arms around Cecelia’s shoulders. “Of course. This is going to be the longest ride home in history,” I snarled.
“The nanny!” Cecelia sat up and looked panicked. “She can’t see me. I’m not having sex with the nanny at your place.”
“We don’t have to go to my home. We can go to yours,” I suggested.
“Yes!” she exclaimed as if it were a fabulous new idea.
I chuckled. I think she was as muddleheaded as I was right now. All I could think of was how soon I could touch her, and she was trying to figure out where. I gave the driver instructions to her apartment.
Cecelia melted against me, her body, soft and warm, pressed into me. It was torture to not stroke and caress every inch of her. If I started, I wouldn’t stop, and I”d promised no sex in the car. I had to be content with her kisses, her wonderful, tempting kisses.
My groin ached long before we made it to her apartment complex.
We both practically ran as soon as the car stopped. Cecelia kept giggling and turning around to make sure I was behind her. As if I were going to let her get away from me. She had her keys out. I took them from her and grabbed her, pressing her against the door as I unlocked it. My lips were on hers, my hands finally roaming over her curves.
The door opened, and I pulled the keys before tossing them on the little table she had. I kicked the door shut and grabbed her again. Or maybe she was grabbing me. Her hands were on me as much as my hands were on her.
She fumbled the buttons of my shirt as I gathered the hem of her dress into my fists and pulled it up. Our lips barely parted as I hauled the dress over her head, and then we were pressed back together, consuming each other in a mutual fire of passion and lust.
I kicked off one shoe and took a few steps before having to pause to pull the other one off. We left a trail of our belongings between the front door and her bed. We crashed together onto the mattress. I rolled with her in my arms as we continued to fight the rest of our clothes off. So much for seduction. I needed her skin against mine.
I shuddered and let out a long breath when her naked breasts grazed my ribs. Yes, this. All of this. I caressed my hands over her smooth back and over the fullness of her hips. I needed more hands, more lips. There wasn’t enough of me to get all of her that I craved.
I rolled, pulling Cecelia over me. “I want you where I can see you,” I growled.
She perched on my hips, my cock pressed between us. She braced against my shoulders. This was better. I could see her, touch her with my eyes and my hands. Her breasts spilled over, too much bounty for just one hand as I held them, caressed them.
She licked and nibbled her lower lip as I toyed with her nipples between my fingers. She clutched my forearms. Her hips rocked back and forth, slowly at first. Her slick heat glided over my shaft.
I moaned with how good she felt under my touch, how sexy she looked with her half-closed lids and glossy pink lips. She was exquisite torture. I wanted to watch her enjoying the way my touch made her feel. I wanted her wet heat surrounding me. I wanted so much, and I couldn’t have it all the way I wanted it. All at once, all the time. I had to portion out the delights of her body. I could not have all of her under my tongue and see the way desire played across her face at the same time.
But I could have her breast in my hands and my fingers deep between her legs. Reluctantly, I let go of one breast and slid my fingers between our bodies until I was diving deep into the folds of her pussy.
Cecelia whimpered and pressed her hips down against my hand. I didn’t think either of us was going to last very long. I slipped my fingers inside her. Her inner muscles were already pulsing and sucking with a rhythm that would easily trip over into uncontrolled frenzy with a gentle flick of her clit. I wanted to be inside her for that.
I hated to break the physical connection between us, but if I didn’t…
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yeah, why?” She stopped rocking to gaze down at me.
“I don’t want to stop for a condom. I want to release into you and fill you with my seed.”
“Oh.” She shivered with a gasp. She gulped and then nodded. “Yes, fill me. That sounds positively sexy. I like it when you talk like that.”
“You mean you want me to tell you I’m going to stretch you out and pump you so full of my cum, you’ll be leaking for days?”
Her eyes went wide. Maybe that was too much.
“Yes, say more.” Her demand was a low moan that shot straight to my balls.
Holy fuck. She was a complete turn-on. I was more than ready to fill her and explode. Now, my cock was somehow even harder.
“You need to slide that wet pussy of yours onto me now,” I demanded.
“Yes,” she cried.
I ran circles around her clit with my thumb. “You like that?”
“Uh-huh.” Every noise she made was more enticement.
“Pole dance on this.” I thrust up into her. She ground down against me.
“Tell me what to do, Sterling.”
With her inner walls clenching and pulling at me, I could hardly think. And she wanted me to talk dirty. All I could think was, ‘yes, do that, more,’ and nothing… my mind was mush as she pulled me into her.
I grabbed onto her hips and held her as I thrust into her. “You are so fucking wet. Like some kind of goddess hovering over me.”
I had no idea whether the words coming out of my mouth were coherent or not.
“I’m going to need you to cum for me, baby. Scream for me.”
Cecelia was too far gone to be able to respond. “That’s it, squeeze my cock. Damn.”
I felt her twitch and seize up around me before her orgasm started to flutter and pulse in hard contractions.
I tried to say something along the lines of suck it out of me, but the noise I made as I released it was something more like, “arrggghhhh,” incomprehensible garble as I was unable to breathe. And it felt like the heavens opened up and showered me with cotton candy and my favorite vodka. It was sweet and bright and something out of a fever dream. Cecelia’s body made me feel all of my favorite things from every point in my life, all at once. She was the thrill of a bungee jump and the exaltation of winning a Lacrosse championship in college. She was the candy store to my inner child, and her body was better than chocolate and the gummy worms I used to be addicted to. She was every good thing that had ever happened, all at once.
Spilling into her wasn’t the pinnacle of some physical act of enjoying her body. It was everything all at once. And for the first time in a very long time, I was afraid of what it meant.
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