12. Audrina
12
AUDRINA
Hearing West groan when I take him into my mouth stirs my blood like nothing else.
Tonight he was the perfect gentleman... until we got back to his apartment. The second we were in the door, he pinned me against it and kissed me with such illicit intention that I was panting as if I’d run a marathon. His hands were all over my body, and when he told me he jerked off today holding my panties in his hand, I let out a strangled cry as our kissing intensified. I told him I wanted more. And I do, so much more.
He stripped me naked, carried me to his bed and then painted my nipples with the chocolates he bought for me, licking off the gooey caramel as I orgasmed to the brush of his fingers fluttering against my clit. This man makes me insane. I didn’t even manage to strip him fully when we tumbled onto the bed, and I unzipped him, sticking my hand inside his jeans. His dick was begging for attention as he jerked against my palm. He loves it when I use my words, but I’m still learning to not be self-conscious over telling him what feels good and what I want. But I also can’t stop thinking about him spanking me. I don’t want to be his good girl; I want to be his dirty little angel. I want him to spank my ass... I just don’t know how to tell him.
I make an exaggerated popping sound as I pull off his dick, licking his engorged head as he holds my head between his hands, never forcing, and if feels so possessive and safe. I love how he makes me feel.
“That’s it, Peaches, fuck baby, fuck me with that hot little mouth.”
Being naked between his legs, my ass in the air as I suck him off, doesn’t even feel real. But with him, it feels so very right.
“You’re close again, aren’t you, baby?” he grunts. “From suckin’ my cock with that dirty little mouth.”
“I’m not a good girl,” I pant.
His eyes blink open. “You’re not?”
I shake my head. “I’m not, Hustler. You think I am, but I’ve been bad.”
Oh, tonight he’s Hustler because we made it to his bed. I remember his words. His eyes heat hearing his biker name on my lips.
“You remembered?”
“Yes, it also comes to mind that you were indicating I wasn’t ready for him just yesterday.”
His lips part, but no words come out.
“But I can tell you, Boss, that I am. I’m more than ready.” I’ve had one glass of champagne, and that’s all the liquid courage I apparently needed. I feel liberated talking like this, asking for what I want and telling him what I want to do.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“So if I’ve been a bad girl, that usually only means one thing?” I’ve no clue where this adrenaline is coming from, but I’m too turned on to care.
His voice is scratchy when he says, “What baby? What does it mean?”
“I should be punished.” I can’t even believe the words that leave my mouth. Who am I?
One eyebrow piques. “You want me to punish you?”
“I... I don’t… I don’t know what that entails... I don’t like the idea of whips and paddles or chains.”
He chuckles. “Whips and paddles? Chains? This ain’t Fifty Shades, baby.”
“You know about Fifty Shades?”
“You’d be surprised what BookTok can teach you.”
I laugh. “I forgot about that.” I continue to fondle his dick, sliding my hand up and down, and I think he loves the anticipation as much as I do.
“A spankin’ across my knee should do it.”
“Oh.”
He pulls me off his lap and into his arms; his tongue is in my mouth before I can even speak. “But you do look good with my cock down your throat. Decisions, decisions.”
I kiss him back, his erection nudging my stomach as I realize he needs to be relieved of the rest of his clothes.
“Let me help you out of those jeans.”
He grins against my mouth. “Sweetest words I’ve ever heard.”
I bend to pull them off and end up standing as I tug from the bottom. He lifts his hips and when he’s sprawled naked on his comforter, I really drink him in.
“Your body,” I whisper. “It’s perfect.”
“Come here, baby, fuck.” His hand is on his dick as he sheaths himself, hissing when I move back to the bed. I don’t have the nerve to touch myself, but I want to. I want to push my boobs together and play with them while he watches, but I don’t have the courage. “Get out of your head. Eyes on mine.”
I immediately do as he says, and when I’m within reaching distance, he pulls me onto his lap. “You need to use a safe word.”
“Oh, God.”
“Colors are good, red for stop, orange for getting close to your limit, green for go. Can you do that, baby? Know that I’m not gonna hurt you, this is for pleasure.”
“Yes, I want that.” I push my breasts against his chest, enjoying the way my nipples rub against his hot skin. He lifts me so I’m on my knees, bends to suck on each nipple, then he licks each one and moves a hand between my legs. He hisses again when he feels how wet I am.
"Fuck, I wanna bury my face between your legs.” He plays with my clit, and I’m about to combust when he stops. “But I think you’ll come harder when you’re wound up.”
“No!” I groan. “No, please, I’m so close.”
He ignores me, moving me so I’m lying over his lap. I feel so exposed. He strokes my ass with both palms, grunting his appreciation. “Gonna spank you, and it’s gonna sting. You wanna count?”
“Yes,” I mutter, my face buried in the comforter. This is so hot.
“Why am I spankin’ you, Peaches?”
Oh, this is a very good game. “Because I didn’t wear panties or a bra to our date and I wanted sex.”
“That’s right, you also said a very bad word; what was it?”
His hands roam my body, and I feel myself dripping for him. Oh, my. Can I really say that word again out loud? I take a breath, “Cock,” I whisper.
“Louder.”
“ Cock…”
One hand slaps my ass cheek gently and I moan. Oh, yes.
“One,” I groan.
“Say cock again, louder this time.”
“ Cock!”
He spanks the other side, immediately soothing it with his palm as I groan out the count. “And what did you want to do with that cock, you dirty girl?”
“I...” Oh, my goodness this is hot. “I wanted to taste it.”
“And how does it taste?”
I’m waiting for the smack, but I know he’s drawing this out. “So good, the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He spanks harder, twice this time.
“Three, four!” I’m shaking.
“Colors, baby.”
“Green.” It sounds more like a plea. “It’s good, I’m just... this is a new sensation.”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this to you?”
“How long?” I scramble for words that don’t sound like I’m moaning.
“So long, baby, this little ass is mine. On your knees, I need to spread these pretty ass cheeks.”
I comply, surging up so my hands plant into the mattress. He cups my mound, and I don’t hold back. “ West.”
He spanks me harder. “Who am I?”
“Hustler!” I sputter. “My boss.” Counting has gone out the window.
He spanks the other side just as hard, then soothes it with his hand. Then he parts my legs and runs his fingers through my core, swearing a string of profanities. He already made me orgasm before, and I’m so turned on it’s embarrassing. “Well, it seems my dirty little angel likes her punishment.”
I wiggle my ass bravely. “Harder.”
“Fuck.” He complies, spanking me four times, two on each cheek, then he smacks my clit gently. He keeps tapping, each time a little harder, but it feels so good.
“Hustler.” I squeeze my eyes closed. “I’m coming!”
He inserts a finger as he continues to slap my pussy, and I lose it, his name on my lips as I fall apart. He makes me feel wild, like a rebel without a cause, and I can’t get enough.
“That’s it, Peaches. ” He inserts another finger and rides me through the most intense orgasm I’ve had yet. “Delayed gratification is good, isn’t it?”
I’m panting as well as a puddle in his lap. “I... I can’t speak...”
He chuckles, pulling me up into his lap. Kissing my face, my eyes, and my nose, then he rolls me over so I’m on my back. He spreads my legs and settles in between. “Let me fuck you.”
“Yes.” He reaches for a condom and I stop him. “No, Hustler, it’s okay. I can’t get pregnant and we’re both clean. I want to feel you inside me properly.”
If I thought his gaze couldn’t get any hotter, I was clearly mistaken. “You’re sure?”
I nod. “Not that I don’t enjoy watching you touch yourself when you roll it on.”
He grunts, then without warning, he lines up and pushes into me to the hilt. A breath escapes me as I jolt with his intrusion. He settles, his hands either side of my head as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Is now a good time to tell you that your ass looks so pretty when it’s pink?”
I’m delirious with need, but I know he’s all about making it feel good, even if it is delayed.
“I think you enjoyed yourself a little too much.”
He slides out, then rams back in. “So wet for me. So tight. Your body, baby...”
I run my hands over his pecs and his abs, loving how good he feels under my touch. “Faster, Hustler, harder.”
“When you tell me what you want, it drives me mad.” His lips brush mine. “So was not bein’ able to touch you today.”
I laugh. “I was working.”
“Yeah, and my staff are so needy, I didn’t even get to lock you in my office.”
I close my eyes momentarily when he slides out and in again. “You’re teasing me.”
“But doesn’t it feel all the better when I do? Did you come hard when I spanked you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “It felt... really naughty; I’ve never had that kind of feeling before where I wanted anyone to do that to me.”
He kisses my forehead, moving a little faster. “That’s because it’s only me.”
“It’s only you,” I repeat.
“I can’t ever see you with another man, Audrina; it would kill me.”
“I don’t want another man,” I tell him. “I only want you.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you with my cum, and when I’m done with that, I’m gonna fill you up again until you can’t stand it.”
“Holy...” He drives in harder. “Holy crap.”
“Swear, baby. Takin’ this dick so good.”
His filthy, dirty words make my head spin and when I orgasm, he doesn’t let up; he only drives in harder and faster until we’re screwing like we’ve been apart for years and were only just reunited. His bed, thank goodness it’s sturdy and doesn’t creek, but his balls do slap against me, and that’s the only noise I can hear aside from our rabid panting.
He rests on his elbows, then reaching down, he grabs my knee, hoisting my leg over one shoulder as he really gives it to me. I’m flushed, the sounds—no, the scent of sex and our heat, as well as his grunts telling me I’m doing it for him; they send me spiraling. A few seconds later, he’s coming too, stilling as he spills inside me on a long, drawn-out moan. He lets go of my leg and collapses on top of me, his breathing raging like mine as I grip his ass and squeeze it.
“You’re so good at that,” I whisper.
He grunts, his mouth in the crook of my neck. “I’m a maniac when it comes to you, baby.”
“We’re gonna screw ourselves to death.”
He chuckles. “Not a bad way to go.”
“I can never look at caramel chocolate drops the same way again.”
“You’re welcome.” He kisses my raging pulse. “They taste differently when they’re eaten off your body.”
“Oh, my.”
He makes no attempt to pull out, but he does lift up, resting one elbow on the pillow as he gazes down at me. “That felt amazin’ without a wrap.”
“You certainly know how to move.”
“This old dog?” His crinkly smile makes my heart race.
“You’re not old,” I laugh. “Maybe a little over the hill...”
He bumps me with his hips. “Funny.”
“For an older guy, you certainly move as if you’re half your age.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I remember his words about filling me over and over again, and suddenly that’s all I can think about, too. I feel as if I’ve been deprived for so long and I’ve finally been set free.
“I’ve got a confession,” I whisper.
He cocks a brow. “Yeah?”
I brush one hand through his floppy hair. “I told Nevada I was staying with my friend tonight.”
“You did?” He swallows hard. “You’re gonna stay the whole night with me?”
His warmth and his genuine smile make my heart skip a beat. “Yep, that’s if it’s okay?”
He presses his lips to mine, rolling us so I’m on top, and he’s spilling out of me all over again. Feeling his warm slickness between my thighs is hypnotic. It’s so sexy and dirty—all of the things that I never knew I needed but now I crave.
“You feel that?”
“Yes,” I whisper as he grips my hips.
He sits up and presses another kiss to my lips. “Where?”
“Right there.”
“Where, baby?”
“My, my... between my legs.”
He grunts a laugh. “You’re so perfect.”
He starts to rock me back and forth over his length. “You didn’t even pull out yet and you’re ready again?”
“With you, I’m like a horny teenager.”
“I know the feeling,” I pant.
“Did you like the spankin’?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes, please.”
“What else do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want.” I mean it. I may not be able to articulate it, but I know how I feel and how my body reacts to him.
“Such as?”
“I’ve always had this fantasy about being blindfolded.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Would you consider somethin’? Be honest.”
“Okay.” I wait, my heart thundering as he continues to rock me slowly.
“Tying you to my bed.”
“Oh, wow.”
He laughs, gripping one of my breasts and giving it a squeeze. “Just the hands.”
“I... I think I might like that.”
“I could pin your hands with mine first so you can’t touch me, but you in a blindfold, baby...”
“Maybe we could try that on our next date.” I emphasise the last word sarcastically. “Since I am a woman who sleeps with a man on the first date, maybe I should be tied down so I keep my hands to myself.”
“Only to my bed,” he mutters against my neck. “And you can touch me all you want, when you want.”
“All day I kept thinking about you when I was making coffee.” He made excuses to come out and ask me things, brushing up behind me for a split second or reaching over me for the milk, grazing my skin. It’s so illicit and hot that I don’t think I’ll ever view sex the same way again.
“I’m a bad man, just like you said.” I don’t want to tear up, but I bury my head in his neck. He stops his movements. “Baby? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Don’t cry, you stupid woman!
He pulls me back gently, both hands cupping my face. “You can tell me anything. I don’t ever wanna make you cry.”
I laugh, but it sounds strangled. “They’re tears of joy, trust me. Like I said before, I thought I was closed for business. I know you think I’m some hot red-headed mama with a secret fiery side, but I don’t see myself that way, and you liberating me like this to see sex differently, it means something, West.”
“I love that,” he breathes softly, brushing a traitorous tear away. “I love that you trusted me with your mind and body. I will never take that for granted, baby.”
“That’s what I mean; the sex is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but without the connection and the buildup, we couldn’t have worked. I wouldn’t have what I’m feeling right now inside if we’d have jumped into bed too soon.”
“I want it to work.” His lips brush mine. “I’d have you in my bed every night if I could.”
“So we’re like... official?”
“Yes, we were official the night I danced with you; I just had to wait a year to get you in my bed.”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands rest on my hips. He’s still buried deep inside me, and I know where this is going to go. West really is a man who’s thirst for my body won’t keep him down for long. He has that look in his eye that spells hunger, and now I’m desperate for it.
“Stupid me,” I mumble against his mouth. “But I think we’re making up for lost time.”
“You can say that again.” He starts to move my hips again. “Nice and slow this time. I wanna swallow every one of your screams.”
And he does, all night long.
I dream of beautiful things until morning light. When I’m with West, it’s like I’m in my own little bubble and nobody can get us. It’s safe. He’s so strong and protective, and I feel content in his arms as he wraps them around me, spooning me in and out of sleep. This man can’t get enough of my body. I’ve never known anything like it. He came again inside me when I rode him slowly, drawing my orgasm out as he whispered his dirty words. I’m his bad girl now, no good girl in sight. His good girl left the building the moment he spanked me.
When I wake with a start, I don’t know where I am, then I feel something moving under the covers, and I lift the comforter. West looks up at me, his head between my legs as he spreads my knees. “Mornin’.”
“West? What are you, oh God.”
His tongue swipes through my folds, and I instinctively clamp my legs closed, but he’s too fast; he pushes them open. “I never got to eat this pretty pussy last night, my dessert was delayed because my naughty little angel rode my dick into oblivion.”
“Oh.” He licks me again, and I buck, needing more. “You, uh, like to do this first thing?”
He cocks a brow. “Why, you want a coffee first, Angel?”
I laugh. “No, but you, umm, well, we didn’t shower last night.”
“You think I care if I lick my cum out of you?”
He.Did.Not.Just.Say.That.
I just stare at him wide-eyed, and he guffaws a laugh. “Don’t look so horrified.”
“I’m not; I just... wow, West, just wow.”
He licks from one end to the other, circling my clit. “Eyes on me, Peaches, or I won’t let you come.”
“West!” I groan. He put some salve on my ass last night before we went to sleep — not that it was that sore, but he insisted. The sweet, dear man.
“Tell me, baby, tell me you like watchin’ me eat you.”
“I like it,” I pant in three syllables, and when he inserts a finger, I buck higher off the bed.“My Little Peach can’t get enough, can you? I think I should call in sick, and we should spend all day in bed.”
“West, that’s awfully?—”
“Genius of me?” he drawls.
I think for a second. “I don’t have work today.”
“It’s settled.”
“I have to do other stuff.”
“Uh, huh, like what?”
He flicks my clit, and I grip his hair in one hand. “Oh, yes.”
“Like what?” he repeats. “What could be more important than me makin’ a road map of your body?”
“I guess... you do have a point... but no, wait, I have to meet Luna at Faux Paws; we’re getting it ready for the open house this weekend,” I whisper, my eyes squeezing shut.
He’s so good with his mouth, lapping me softly, but when he flattens his tongue over my hot bundle, I grip his hair harder. “So, we’ll go later; that’s this afternoon, right?”
“Uh, huh.”
He tongues my bud again. “So we have hours and hours.”
“Oh, God, that’s , oh… ”
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and the fact he’d keep me here all day because he won’t let me out of his bed is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “We taste good together.”
I can’t even breathe. I grip the sheets beneath me. “Sweet?” I cry. “Or salty or both?”
“Like a cupcake with extra frosting.”
I laugh but it’s short-lived because he starts to flick his tongue in circles over and over, it’s agonizingly slow, and I’m coming apart at the seams. “Please, oh, please!”
He draws my orgasm from me with such slow but deliberate strength that I see stars, my pleasure only heightened by the fact he’s stuffed another finger inside me. He rises up, his dick in his hand, as I watch him slide it inside me. “Now, I think we should see how far back these legs might bend.”
“I do Pilates and yoga,” I inform him, helpfully. “I can do the splits.”
“Marry me,” he groans as he rocks his hips, but I’m too lost in his sensation to concentrate on his words. All I can do is feel him, all of him, until we’re both coming together in a fury of passion and lust.
I giggle. “You and your big ideas.”
Our bubble. That’s the only place I want to be.