CHAPTER 7
Jordan
I’m having the hottest fucking dream ever. Dimples is spooning me from behind as we lay in his huge bed under his expensive sheets that smell of him. His strong hands and long fingers travel lazily down my side, leaving goosebumps on my smooth skin. A shiver runs through my body, and my cock jerks every time he brushes far too lightly on my inner thigh, skipping over where I want his touch the most. I’m not usually one for soft touches or sweet torture; I usually prefer bruising grips and a sense of desperation. This, though, I can get behind. It’s not until a drop of precum lands on my stomach and I can physically feel it start to cool on my skin that I realise this isn’t a dream—it’s my fucking lucky day.
Blinking my eyes open, I take in the large modern expanse of Eric's bedroom. There was zero time to check out the furnishings last night. So I take my chance to see how Eric expresses himself in his home. Want to get to know somebody? Look at how they decorate their safe space. Of course, his condo is exactly as I expected. Eric gives off Big Dick Energy in spades. He’s confident and he takes no shit, so naturally his bedroom is a huge open-plan space. The king size bed is perfectly centered, surrounded by walls of windows that offer spectacular views of downtown Denver. There is no clutter, no real identifying features. Much like his office. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but with all the white and chrome it feels a little cold, a little detached. I can’t help but wonder if he even sees this as his safe space. Maybe the rest of the house is full of memories and accolades. Maybe he keeps the bedroom bare so all guests know this is business only.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” His voice is hoarse. The sound is so fucking sexy that my hips start to grind back against him like my ass is voice-activated.
This man is capable of taking me from zero to sixty… in three and a half seconds. You got the keys? Well, shut up and drive, Rihanna.
“Are… are you singing?” The deep frown on Eric's face when I look over my shoulder at him is so adorable. I give him a smirk, stretching my hand back to smooth out the lines on his forehead, then turn once again to admire the view outside. I’m going to guess it’s still pretty early as the sun is just coming up between the tall skyscrapers. It paints the clear blue sky with a soft wash of light.
“Why don’t you see if you can make me hit a high note?” I suggest, adopting the most seductive tone I can manage. The lascivious growl Eric responds with is anything but playful. It's practically feral.
“Do you take requests, Lashes? The next sound out of that mouth better be my name when I make you come.” His hand lifts from my body to wrap around my throat. I hear the sound of a bottle of lube being opened. My heart rate immediately speeds up. I had no idea how slutty I would be for throat grabs, but here I am, Slutty McSlutface, loving every squeeze of his fingers.
“Lift your leg for me,” he commands. I wonder what he’s up to, but then I feel his thick lubed cock nestling between my thighs. I close my legs together, groaning at the sensation of it wedged against my balls. The lube makes every little movement a hot slip-and-slide between my legs. God, I love the way his much larger frame engulfs mine. I feel him withdrawing his hips and I push back my ass to meet his thrust. We both moan at the sensation.
“Again,” I demand breathlessly. And when he does nothing, I try to move, to thrust against him, but his strong grip on my hip stops me. “Eric!” I groan with frustration.
“There it is.” He starts to pump his erection against my taint and I hurry to match his rhythm.
Already feeling the telltale tingles at the base of my spine, I reach out to grab my aching dick, but of course Eric stops me. He's a possessive bastard that wants all my orgasms to be his. He yanks my arm up till it touches the headboard.
“Hold onto this and don’t let go,” he growls, then licks a stripe up the side of my neck till his mouth clamps over my earlobe.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, doing exactly as he says and giving up control completely. The only way this could be better, hotter, is if he was deep inside me. But after last night’s fuckfest I’m a little tender and my hole is grateful for the break. Doesn’t mean I won’t take him again this morning, maybe in the shower. Just thinking about it—imagining his slick shaft stretching my rim, pulling out all the way then slamming back in every so often—fuck, it's making my dick twitch and drip precum. His body is incredible. I almost wish he had mirrors on his ceiling so I could watch the way his ass flexes as he fucks against me. Damn, that would be hot. Probably not as hot as looking down at him while I ride him, mind you. With all those intricate war scene tattoos covering his upper body, and the super-soft dark fur on his barrel chest, the sight of him alone would be enough to make me lose my load.
“When you’re here, in my bed, I’m the one who brings you pleasure.” Every word he utters is followed by his cock bumping against my sack. “I’m the one who takes care of your needs.”
I moan again, unable to form any real words. The movement of his body and the sound of his voice, not to mention the words that come out of his mouth, bring me closer to the edge.
“Eric, please.” Somehow I manage to spit the words out. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. His hand on my dick? His dick inside me? Something. Anything.
“That’s a good boy, begging for me to let you come.”
Why does it sound so hot when he says it like that? I have never enjoyed guys calling me that before. I even stopped once when a guy called me his ‘boy.’ But coming from Dimples… I crave it.
“This,” he grabs my needy cock in his palm, “is mine, until I tell you otherwise.” He starts to pump his hand at an agonizingly slow pace, which causes me to groan loud and long.
“In that case, the beast you’re shoving between my thighs is mine .” I don’t mind getting it on a regular basis. I moan again when he pushes hard against me.
“I can see we’re on the same page, then.” With that, he starts to jerk me fast and push his dick even faster.
“Dimples… oh, fuck.” My grip on the headboard tightens when I feel my balls tingle, announcing my release. “I’m going to come… oh, fuck!”
He squeezes the base of my cock just as his other hand tightens around my throat, and I cry out with frustration. This was not the orgasm I anticipated.
“Not yet, Lashes.” He slows down and kisses his way from my ear to my shoulder. “I haven’t said you can come.”
“Fuck that.” Letting go of the headboard, I push his hand away. If he thinks I’m that lady from Fifty Shades of Grey waiting submissively for his orders, he can think again. I turn around so quickly that he is stunned by my maneuver. He doesn’t even have time to react when I throw one of my legs on his hip and grab both of our cocks in one hand. It’s a hard task, because we are both gifted in the girth department, but I’ll manage. “What about now, Dimples? Can I make you come now?”
His hand shifts to my ass, and the next second I feel his finger at my rim. Groaning, he pushes one inside and my body jerks with delicious, pained pleasure.
“More, Eric. I need more.” I start to pump my dick against his, while he adds a second finger and finds my spot. “That’s it. Don’t stop.” At this point I can’t stop. I’m so close that he could halt his movements and I would go off anyway.
“Do it, Lashes. Come for me,” he growls into my ear. That’s all the permission I need, and I fucking combust. Rope after rope of cum spills between us and he follows me into the best place to ever exist—orgasmland.
Blissed out, I lay nestled in the dense fur of his chest as he brushes his fingers along my spine, our come cooling between us.
“I think we might have a problem,” he chuckles.
“Really? Whatever it is, it’s a you problem, not a we problem. There’s fuck all wrong with me right now.” I smile against his shoulder. He must have recovered much sooner than me, because I’m still basking in ecstasy.
“It’s a big fucking problem, Lashes.” He slaps my ass playfully and I look up at him just to see the smirk on his face.
“Do that again and you might have a really hard problem between us.” I pump my eyebrows and he laughs.
His face changes at that moment. He is no longer the possessive lover, nor the competent lawyer. Right now, I’m looking at the face of a gorgeous and attentive man.
“That right there is the problem, Lashes. One night with you and I want more of your ass already.”
I feel the smile appearing on my face. That’s exactly what I want too. “As long as we both know where the line is, I don’t see a problem with you having it again.” I kiss his chin. “And again.” I kiss his neck. “But just to be clear, I’m not looking for anything serious.”
It’s better to put this out in the open from the beginning. If we’re not on the same page, then why bother with continuing? Although that would be a shame and maybe a bit awkward in the office. Damn, I haven’t thought it through.
“Good to know.” His smooth hands traverse the length of my back. “Just don’t go falling in love with me.” Then he winks. He fucking winks .
“ You are the one who has already admitted my ass is like a drug. Once you taste it, you can’t get enough. I think you’ll find that you, sir, will be the one falling in love with me. But don’t worry—I will let you down gently.” I pat his chest, making him laugh and flash those damn dimples.
With that settled, I roll off the side of the bed and head toward his ensuite for a shower. I have a lot to do today. Starting with shopping for the perfect outfit to strut my ass into Capshaw & Sons’ offices to tell Mr Capshaw to go fuck a cactus sideways.