Chapter 13
Angus
I’ve probably had more skilled blow jobs, but never one that I enjoyed more. Her lack of experience turns me on in ways I don’t understand but her comment about not putting in any effort leaves me determined to do the opposite. She’s young, so she probably hasn’t had many attentive lovers, and I’m here to make sure she never forgets what I do to her tonight.
“Be right back.” I go into the bathroom and grab a couple of towels.
Things are about to get messy.
I spread the towel along the edge of the bed.
“Scoot over here,” I tell her.
She moves into position quickly and I stare down at her glistening pussy.
She’s wet. I can see it. Sucking my cock turned her on, and that gets me hard all over again. Hell, I’m still hard. Between that red hair and those emerald-green eyes, I’m getting lost in her.
Which is exactly what I need tonight.
She had no objections to the boundaries I set, so I’m going to take as much as she’ll give me.
I tap her ass. “Lift.”
She raises her hips and I slide the second towel, which I folded into four, beneath her. Then I pour a small stream of champagne right down her slit. She jerks from the cold, but I immediately lean in, lapping up the champagne as it slides down.
“Oh, fuck…” She moans, pressing her pussy into my face.
I lick her clean and then repeat the process, drunk on champagne and pussy—two of my favorite things. She’s so wet, and it has nothing to do with champagne. I nip at her clit as I slide a finger inside of her, and she immediately clenches around me. Fuck, I can’t wait until her tight little cunt is wrapped around my cock.
But first I need her to cream all over my face.
I need to hear her scream my name, come undone for me.
My gut tells me she hasn’t done enough of that.
I finally put down the champagne bottle so I can focus, and I use my fingers to spread her open. Her lips are pink and rosy, completely devoid of hair, and I dive in. I stab my tongue into her, pushing it in and out while simultaneously pinching her clit. She wiggles, a soft gasp escaping her, and I replace my tongue with two fingers.
“Angus…” She digs her fingers into my hair, tugging hard enough to make my scalp sting, but I don’t mind. That just means she’s into it.
I lift her thighs and drop her legs over my shoulders, giving me unimpeded access to her pussy. I suck on the soft flesh, nipping and tugging as I assess her pain threshold. She likes it a little rough but not too much, so I back off just enough to keep her on edge.
My second and third fingers are deep in her pussy, and I twist my hand so I can rub my thumb along her asshole. She jerks a little, but I distract her by sucking on her clit. The idea that her asshole is untouched drives me wild, and though I know better than to try to put my cock in there, she’s going to take a finger.
I suck a little harder on her clit and push the tip of my thumb against the puckered hole.
“Angus, what—” She sounds breathy. A little confused. A lot turned on.
“I’ll stop if it hurts—I promise. Just give it a chance.”
“Okay.” There’s trust in her voice, which means something to me—I won’t betray it. Besides, I’m starting to see what makes her tick, and I’m positive she’s going to take my finger and like it.
I grab the vibrator and turn it on low and then remove the fingers from her pussy. They’re slick with her juices, which is what I want, and press the vibrator against her clit at the same time I push the tip of my forefinger into her ass.
It’s so fucking tight, and she clenches in protest.
I increase the speed on the vibrator, moving it in little circles around her clit, until she starts pumping her hips, grinding against it.
And then I gently push deeper into her ass.
“That’s a good girl,” I whisper. “Take my finger, and I promise you’re going to enjoy it.”
She moans as I work my finger into her, slow and steady, until I’m past two knuckles.
“Just a little more,” I encourage, “and then I’ll let you come. Press against me.”
She writhes and wiggles, and I turn the vibrator up to the highest speed.
“Oh, fuck!” She lurches, and my finger pushes the rest of the way into her ass.
“Ride my finger,” I whisper. “And come for me.”
I slip my tongue inside her as I finger fuck her ass and I feel her pussy start to spasm.
“Angus! Ohhh!” She lets out a low, keening wail, a rush of liquid gushing out of her. “Please-please-please!” She shrieks, bucking into my face, bearing down on my finger, and slipping over the edge a second time. Her breath is choppy as little aftershocks rock her, and she shivers against me.
“How’s that for effort?” I ask, straightening up and wiping my face with the back of my hand.
“Holy shit.” She’s still glassy-eyed as she lies there.
“I’m going to wash my hands and when I come back, I want you face down, ass in the air.”
I hurry into the bathroom to quickly clean up and when I get back to the bed, she’s exactly as I instructed.
Fuck me, this is intoxicating.
I roll the condom down my aching shaft and position myself between her legs.
“You ready, baby?”
“Fuck me, Angus. Please .”
That’s all I need to hear. I thrust in hard and deep, with no hesitation.
“Oh, God.” She whimpers as I bottom out.
“You can take it, Ryleigh.” I run my hands over the globes of her ass. “You liked me finger fucking your ass, didn’t you baby?”
She moans in response, and I slap one cheek.
“Yes or no,” I say firmly. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes.”
“Say the words.”
“I liked… when you finger fucked my ass.”
“You’d like my cock in there too. Too bad this is a one-off.” I pull out to the tip and then punch back in, making her groan.
She might have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked, and I grit my teeth as she clenches and squeezes, pulling me deeper. I’m not small, so a lot of women complain when I’m rough, but Ryleigh isn’t going to. I already know that. She likes my dominance and the way I give her what she needs.
I wrap my fist in her hair, tugging tight enough to lift her head an inch or so off the mattress. Not enough to hurt her, but with enough force to remind her who’s in charge.
“Lift to your elbows,” I command.
She wiggles into place and now I pull her head back further. We’re facing the mirror over the dresser and I thrust in deep.
“Watch as I fuck you,” I growl.
Those pretty green eyes blink open as she tries to focus.
I tug her hair a little harder. “How much pain is too much, Ryleigh?”
“I…don’t know.”
“Then we’re going to find out.” I slap her ass cheek with enough force to make her yelp, but she doesn’t pull away. In fact, her pussy spasms a little.
“I’m going to fuck you until it hurts,” I grunt. “If it becomes too much, just say stop. You understand?”
“Yes…” She’s breathless, her eyes at half-mast.
“You understand you can ask me to stop at any time? Say it, because I’m going to push your limits, baby.”
“I understand… I can ask you to stop…if it’s too much.”
With that, I tug her up by the hair, so she’s essentially impaled on my cock, her back against my front.
“Play with your breasts,” I tell her, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “Pinch those nipples until it hurts.”
She whimpers but moves her hands up to her chest. She’s awkward at first, so I give her time to figure out her rhythm.
I’ve got one hand fisted in her hair and the other around her waist, so she doesn’t fall since I’m so much taller.
“Get the vibrator,” I say. “Put it on low.”
She twists and bends, grabbing for it, and turns it on the correct speed.
“Put it against your clit.” I watch as she moves it into place.
Then I push further into her.
“Look how sexy we are,” I breathe against her ear. “I want you to remember how it looks when I fuck you.”
She shivers a little.
“And the next time you fuck someone else, make sure you have this picture in your mind.”
She tenses for a moment.
That was a dickish thing to say—I don’t even know why I said it—but a white-hot shot of jealousy scorched my psyche as the words slipped out.
I bat away the unfamiliar emotion and put my hands on her hips so I can start lifting and lowering her, bottoming out roughly every time.
“Angus!” She cries out, her hands on my forearms as she struggles to maintain her balance.
“That’s my good girl—show me how much you like my cock ramming into your pussy.”
The dirtier I talk, the wetter she gets, and I feel her arousal pooling between us.
“Pull your hair back away from your face—I want to watch you when you come for me.”
She fumbles for her hair and I pick up speed.
Our eyes meet in the mirror and what I see there is terrifying—lust and need and submission. And I’m not talking about BDSM. She’s completely giving herself to me. As if I somehow deserve it. Her.
Fuck.
I force my eyes closed and pump harder, faster, until I can’t remember a time that anything else ever felt so good.
She screams my name as she crashes over the edge, wriggling and writhing, trying to stay upright as I fuck us both into another world.
And then it’s over.
Slowly, I release her hips and she slides back onto the mattress. I collapse next to her because I’m pretty boneless and out of breath.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles.
I want to say something about how good she is, how beautiful, how responsive… but that’s dangerous territory. And I don’t have the time or inclination for dangerous. Especially not with her.
Now that I’ve scratched this particular itch, I’m acutely aware of how dangerous it would be to spend any more time with her than necessary. She’s the type of woman who absolutely will make me stupid.
Even though I want nothing more than to pull her into my arms and whisper how wonderful she is, I force myself to sit up.
“That was nice,” I say as dismissively as possible.
I note the surprise that flickers in her eyes, and then the hurt that follows.
Yup.
Time for me to bail.
God fucking dammit.
I drag myself off the bed and reach for my jeans. I yank them on, followed by my shirt, and then slide my feet back into my sneakers.
She doesn’t say a word as she watches me get dressed.
I take a final pull from the champagne bottle and then glance over at her.
She looks beautifully vulnerable lying there on the bed, but I can’t indulge in something so intimate.
It was just sex.
I told her that.
She said it was fine.
And now that we’ve done it, I need to get out of here.
“I hope I put in the appropriate amount of effort,” I say casually.
Her eyes narrow, like she’s mad.
Good.
Anger is a safer emotion than the other crap I’m feeling.
“I don’t like you,” she says, almost like she’s talking to herself.
“Maybe not. But you liked what we just did.”
God, I really am an ass.
I put my hand on the doorknob and pause, but I don’t dare look back.
Because if I do there’s a good chance I’m going to run right back to her, get into bed, and stay the night.
Maybe longer.
Which would be risky.
So even though it just about kills me, I open the door, step into the hallway, and let it close behind me.
I close my eyes for a second, regret shooting through me.
Then I stride toward the elevators.
It was just sex.
We agreed to that.
So why does it feel so shitty to walk out like this?