Chapter 15
SYLAS
She looks curious, excited, and more than a little intimidated. Her whiskey eyes are dark and dilated, and her breaths are rapid, making her chest rise fast and drop even faster. Her face down to her neck is flushed in a rosy glow.
I genuinely didn’t come with the intention of doing this.
But once I saw her, breathed her in, I couldn’t resist. Even so, I wouldn’t have gone through with using her body for money.
I was going to immediately shut it down, backtrack, or make it about the favor, but then I saw it.
Her eyes glossed over, I heard her swallow, caught on to the way she subtly attempted to clench her thick thighs.
Any rational thought I had about not demeaning her flew out of my head.
“We need a safe word.” I cup her neck.
“Safe word? Why? How intense is this going to get?” She wets her lips.
I follow her tongue. “It’s not. I’ve never done this either, so it might end up being a strong dose of vanilla.” My lips lift at the tint of amusement that flashes on her face. “But it’s good to be cautious. The last thing I want is to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”
She cocks a brow. “You’ve never degraded someone? You seemed like you knew what you were doing at the club.”
“It felt right with you. Watching and feeling your body and how it reacts to me. The same way I’m doing now.”
“You’re doing it now?” She goes taut in my hand as I brush my thumb over her jawline, to the center of her chin, dragging it down the column of her neck. I repeat the motion, reveling in how she writhes.
“You react every time my thumb reaches your chin.” I slip my hand around her throat, squeezing it, but not too hard. “You’re so easy, Anna, and I haven’t even done anything.”
“You’re the one who’s hard,” she retorts, cupping my erection through my sweats. “If anyone is easy, it’s you.”
I grind my teeth, fighting a groan as she strokes me.
“Being hard doesn’t mean shit. I wake up like this most mornings.
But you, on the other hand—I know you have to work for it.
I know you have to be physically and mentally stimulated to get wet.
And right now, you are. I bet if I slipped my fingers inside your panties, you’d be dripping.
Because you’re nothing but an easy whore who’ll do anything for money. Isn’t that right?”
Her mouth pops open, a deep divot forming between her eyebrows. But she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t kick me out. She stays planted where she stands, releasing her hand from around me.
My cock throbs at how much I liked calling her that and how she does nothing but take it.
“Isn’t that right?” I repeat, squeezing her throat again.
She nods, her olive skin tone now a pretty shade of crimson.
“No, say it.” I squeeze again, keeping it gentle.
“Right. I’ll do anything for money.” The abashed tone in her voice shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I love the attitude and her witty remarks, but this is new and so damn hot.
“Safe word.” I adjust myself.
“Bells,” she answers, shuddering in my hold.
I lean forward, my lips a mere breath away from hers. Her lips purse, but I don’t kiss her even though I really want to. “Take your clothes off.”
Drawing my hand back, I grab the towel that’s wrapped around her head and carefully remove it. I toss it on the coffee table, and her damp hair splays out over her shoulders and down her back.
With her eyes on mine, she grabs the hem of her shirt, pulls it over her head, and drops it on the floor. It’s erotic, watching her take every piece of clothing off slowly while I stay where I am, telling her what to do.
Heat floods my body, my cock pulsing and dripping with precum.
She stands in front of me naked and fucking perfect.
The barbells pierced through her pebbled nipples glint in the light, and goose bumps breakout around the taut skin.
Her waist curves in then out to accentuate her wide hips and her thighs.
They’re thick and muscular, and I want them wrapped around my head.
“Are you not going to take your clothes off?” she asks, gaze coasting over me.
I might’ve made a mistake because I want nothing more than to drop to my knees and crawl to her. The thought is as invigorating as it is insane.
“No. I want to see you play with yourself.” I jump straight into it, desperate to see what she’s willing to do and how far I can push. If this is too much, I’ll immediately stop, but if it isn’t…? Fuck, I might just come in my pants again.
Her eyes go round, mouth opening as if she’s going to say something, but she clamps her lips as well as her thighs. Her bright-red toenails curl in and her hands fist at her sides.
“Fingers or toys?” she asks, batting her eyelashes innocently, but I see the wicked way her lips curl.
I adjust myself again, my heart thundering in my chest, picturing her using both. “Just your fingers today.” My voice is rough. I clear my throat, but it does nothing for me, not when I have the hottest girl standing in front of me naked.
“And what are you going to do? Just watch me?” She saunters toward me. The heady look in her eyes almost makes me say fuck this and just fuck her now, but I tell myself to calm down.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” I cup her face with both hands. “And you better do a good job because I hate half-assed things.”
She heaves a breath. “Could you at least kiss me or touch me?”
I bring my lips to hers, stopping an inch away. “You want that?”
“Yes. Kiss me,” she implores, standing on the tips of her toes to connect our mouths, but I jerk back. My eyes are strained from forcing them on her face and not on her tits.
“Beg, then maybe I’ll consider it.”
She glares but releases a submissive sigh. “Kiss me, please.”
Leaning down, I ghost my lips against hers. As her eyes flutter, I drop my hands to her shoulders and spin her around, pinning her back to my chest. I snake my palm around her throat, firmly securing my hold on it and the other on her stomach. I roll my hips, rubbing my cock against her.
“You didn’t specify where.” Dragging her hair to the left side of her neck, I tip my lips down, nipping and kissing the curve as my hands drift to her stomach down to her pussy. She moans softly then gasps as I slip my fingers between her soaking wet slit.
“Goddamn, Anna.” I exhale against her neck, squeezing her throat harder this time. “I told you you’d be wet.” I lazily drag my palm over her entire pussy, rubbing her arousal all over it.
“Mmmm.” She drops her head on my shoulder, grinding herself on my palm.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp, adding more pressure but not touching her where I know she wants me to. “You want more?”
“Yes…yes…I need more.” She moans a little louder, whining when I remove my hand.
“Good, then you can do it.” I push her down onto the sofa, and she brackets her hands on the top backrest. She goes to push up, but I keep a hand on her back, eyes dropping to her round-as-fuck ass.
“Goddamn.” I cup it, rubbing my palm over her soft cheek before I slap it hard, watching it bounce and turn pink.
She jolts then whimpers, dropping her head.
I do the same to the other, getting more turned on as I picture her bouncing on my cock. “Play with yourself.”
I pull away, sitting down on the coffee table.
This angle provides an insane view. I grab myself, feeling my briefs stick to my dick where I’ve leaked precum.
I picture the most degrading things. Anna bent like this while I fuck her.
I wonder if she’d be into anal. If she’d let me eat her ass out.
I wonder what she’d think of double penetration.
My cock in her asshole, dildo rammed deep in her pussy.
I wonder so many things, but my perverted thoughts pause when she peers over her shoulder at me.
Her gaze flicks down to where my hand is, but I don’t move it. I continue to stroke my length.
She goes to move, but I stop her. “No, stay like that. Now hurry the fuck up. It’s late and I’m ready to go home.”
Her nostrils flare, but those pretty brown eyes flicker with determination. She raises her knees on the couch, hunching forward so her ass lifts, and slips a hand between her thighs. With her eyes still on mine, she drags her middle finger between her slit, moaning when she grazes her clit.
I’m so gone I slip my hand inside my briefs and fist my cock. I drag my fingers over the tip, smearing the precum over it as my gaze bounces between her wet fingers and asshole. It twitches every so often and I wonder if she’s thinking what I’m thinking.
Anna wets her lips, eyes trained on my hand now that I pump myself.
“Finger yourself,” I rough out, and she does as I instruct, thrusting a finger inside herself. “Shove it as far as it’ll go.” And again, she does. It’s buried knuckle-deep. “Now fuck your finger, roll your hips, make your ass bounce. Show me how badly you want my money.” I squeeze myself hard.
She’s so obedient, rolling her hips, rocking them back and forth, ass cheeks rippling as she does.
“Add another finger,” I order. She drives them as far as she’s able to get them and presses the heel of her palm against her clit. She rides the heel of her hand, bucking wildly.
Her moans become breathier, but she wedges her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle the sounds.