8. Penny
PENNY
A five-alarm fire exploded at the touch of his lips to mine. That was all it took for everything I told myself not to feel or even think about to rush to the surface. I took his lapels in my hands and pulled him closer, signaling to him that I wanted more than this. Much more.
This was all wrong. So why did it feel so right?
Last night was bad enough. The heat from his kiss made me want to forget everything I knew was important—Sofia, my job, and self-respect. I would have thrown it all away, and all he did was kiss me.
Now, there was so much more involved. I knew right away he wouldn’t be satisfied with a kiss tonight, not when he growled like a deranged animal when his hands roamed my body, grasping, groping.
My heart raced, pumping adrenaline through my system while I fought between duty and what he was doing to me.
He could keep doing it and never stop. It had to be the wine going to my head, making me moan into his mouth when he lifted my leg and hooked it over his hip before his fingers danced their way up my thigh.
My skin sizzled. God, how long had it been?
How long since I felt this complete rush of pleasure, the kind of pleasure that wiped out every other thought?
There was nothing in the world I wanted more than this, right here, this man pinning me against the window and kissing me until I couldn’t think.
I could only feel, and what I felt was something I didn’t want to end. Not ever.
“I want you.” His deep, throaty growl in my ear made my pussy throb. I moaned again, making a move I hoped I wouldn’t regret.
I slid the jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as I ran my hands up over his arms, appreciating his shoulders, their firmness, and the way they bulged under his shirt.
Every kiss and touch made me want more. He was unlocking something in me, something I hadn’t even realized was there the moment I first set eyes on him. There was chemistry, and there was this—sheer, simple lust.
For once, I let myself give in to be swept away.
I gasped and arched against him when he stroked my pussy through my panties.
More, I need more. I opened my mouth, prepared to beg for it, but he silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, thrusting his tongue into my mouth while stroking me.
I was already wet, but now I felt that wetness soaking into the fabric.
He felt it, too, groaning and thrusting his covered erection against me. “So wet,” he growled out, his touch firm, causing lightning bolts of pure sensation to sizzle through me. I could only rock my hips, moving against him, straining for relief.
What happened after this?
I didn’t care so long as it didn’t stop.
I would die if it stopped.
“If I stick my cock in this wet pussy…” he whispered, lapping at my throat, making me squirm and moan, “… do you think you would come on it for me? Would you squeeze me tight and milk me dry?”
A dirty talker. Oh my… “God, yes.” I whimpered, my body alive, on fire, burning like it never had before.
And I thought I knew what it meant to be with a man.
Every guy I’d been with might as well have been a virgin compared to this.
None of them had the power to make me weak with only a glance.
Add a skilled hand, a tongue that could work magic, and this might as well have been my first time.
He wound an arm around my waist and lifted me just high enough for my feet to leave the floor. I didn’t need to ask where we were going as I ran my fingers through his hair and scraped my nails over the back of his neck. He shivered against me, groaning close to my ear and lowering me to the bed.
I could’ve stopped this.
I could’ve stopped him.
I could’ve stopped myself, but nothing was further from my mind as I kicked off my sandals, then lifted my hips so he could peel away my soaked panties.
I watched, stunned and incredibly turned on, as he sniffed them, his eyes closing as a deep growl sounded in his throat.
“You smell incredible,” he breathed out, dropping them to the floor.
Kneeling, he spread my legs wide. All I could do was hold my breath, lost in the craziness of the moment, then he descended on me and covered my mound with his hot, greedy mouth.
The first touch of his tongue made me gasp loud enough to cover my mouth with my hand.
All we needed was for Sofia to wake up and come walking in to find her dad with his face between my legs.
“Oh God, Travis,” I whispered, writhing on the bed, lost in sensation.
Not just the touch of his tongue against what was already so hot and aching but the soft bed and the silk sheets my hands slid over.
I took the back of his head and pulled him closer, tighter against my pussy.
His growl sent vibrations running through my core, then the tip of his tongue swept over my throbbing clit.
Everything around me exploded. Sheer relief and agonizing pleasure mixed until I had to release my hold on him to bite down on my knuckles to muffle my cries.
My hips bucked, but he held them down, forcing me to take every lap of his tongue before I sobbed helplessly, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure still washing over me.
It was all so much, almost too much.
And yet, not enough.
He finally slowed, and I could relax, sinking into the mattress, floating in bliss.
He took me by my hands and pulled me up so I was sitting on the edge of the bed.
My first look into his eyes took my breath away.
They were dark, demanding, and held my gaze as he opened his fly, pulling himself free from his boxer briefs.
I knew he had to be big from what I had already felt of him, but the sight of his thick, veiny dick swaying in front of my face was enough to make me slightly nervous about handling him. “Take me in your mouth,” he demanded, one hand on the back of my head.
I didn’t need to be coaxed. Not when there was nothing I wanted more than to make him feel the pleasure he had given me.
I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, a little hesitant at first but more confident when he sighed.
“That’s right,” he whispered, moving his hips, probing my mouth until I parted my lips and took him inside.
“Tap my leg if it’s too much, sweetheart, but if you don’t, I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”
Yes, please.
Holding my head in both hands, he pushed himself deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I reached out to grab his hips for support, but it was no use. He wouldn’t slow down. He knew what he wanted and was going to take it, not that I was putting up a fight.
I relaxed my throat and let him in deeper, and his pleasure-filled groans were my reward. “God, you’re so good,” he gritted out, fucking my face as I did my best to keep up. “Just like that. Jesus Christ, Penny…”
I looked up to find his eyes closed, his head falling back. It made me increase the pressure, hollowing out my cheeks, taking him deeper. Taking everything he could give me and more. I was proud I could make him feel good.
Then, suddenly, he pulled me away, stroking himself and stepping back. My heart sank before he muttered, “Take off your dress. I want to see you.”
I shivered, almost shocked at the sight of him jerking off to me.
I stood, never taking my eyes off his while I slowly reached behind me to untie the bow at the back of my neck.
His breath quickened as I pulled the strings open and let the top of the dress fall away from my body.
I wasn’t wearing a bra—I couldn’t with the low-cut back.
That meant my nipples tightened in the cool air under his lustful gaze.
“Holy fuck, you are perfect,” he breathed out, his fist moving faster.
I flushed with pleasure, going warm all over as he stared at me through half-lidded eyes.
“Get this off me,” he ordered, glancing down at his shirt.
I worked the buttons quickly, letting my fingers graze his chest as I exposed his bronzed skin.
He let go of himself long enough to slide the sleeves down his arms. Then, his pants joined our discarded clothing.
“Lie back,” he ordered, and I obeyed without thinking.
What was there to think about? This was what I wanted more than anything. No, I needed it.
I could barely wait for him to unroll the condom.
My heart was racing again, and fresh wetness flowed from me as I laid back on the bed with my feet on the floor.
He stepped between my thighs, spreading them with his own, dragging his head through my slit.
The pressure sent ripples of sensation straight to my core, which was now hot, needy, and eager.
Not bothering to wait until I was ready, he sank himself deep, so deep my breath caught. Not that I wasn’t. I had never been more ready for anything.
Or so I thought.
He pushed deeper, his thick shaft stretching me to my limits.
I went stiff, sucking in a sharp, surprised breath.
His breathing was strained when he asked, “You okay?” I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and he started to move.
Slow. Deliberate, making me feel every inch of him.
He was so big, and the friction unlocked a deeper, aching sort of pleasure that began to build.
“As tight as I thought,” he groaned out, taking my ankles in his hands and raising them to rest on his shoulders. “So fucking tight. Going to make me come…”
His filthy words, paired with each stroke, created something big enough to scare me. I’d never felt this way. I didn’t know it was possible. Gritting my teeth, I whispered, “Fuck me. Hard. Make me come again.”
Who was I? A better question was how could I ever go back to who I was before now that I knew the thrill of feeling him move inside me, grunting with every stroke, with each time our bodies slapped together in a rhythm that finally broke when he lost control.
Spreading my legs again, he lowered himself to his palms, one on either side of my head.
He drove into me, forcing another strained breath with every wild, punishing stroke.
“Tighter… fuck, you’re getting tighter,” he rasped, and now his body glistened with sweat and his skin flushed.
The tendons stood out along his neck as he tensed, holding back.
He didn’t need to.
I didn’t want him to.
“Come with me,” I begged, lifting my hips to meet his strokes. God, he was beautiful, and right now he was all mine. “Please.”
He grunted as he slammed against me, making me squeal. I had to press my lips against his shoulder to muffle what I couldn’t hold back when the world shattered.
He buried his face in my neck, groaning as he came, my muscles squeezing around him. My legs clenched, locking around his hips, holding him in place until the wave passed, and I was breathless, shaking in the aftermath.
Shit .
No pretending that didn’t happen.
No pretending I didn’t want to, either, not that I ever would. I wanted every second of it.
What was worse, I already wanted him again. My pulse still hadn’t slowed, and I hadn’t caught my breath, but I already knew that much. To hell with right and wrong. Life was too short.
Or so I needed to believe by the time he lifted his head to gaze down at me. His hazel eyes searched my face, looking for what? Understanding? Acceptance?
“Don’t you dare tell me that can’t happen again,” he whispered. “Because it’s going to. You know that, right? It’s just sex. Purely physical. Right?”
There was nothing I wouldn’t have agreed to with this man still between my legs, deep in my pussy, but the thought of complicating things meant there was only one answer that made any sense. “Yes, it’s just sex,” I agreed.
The best sex I’ve ever had.
“Because telling ourselves it shouldn’t and can’t happen again…” He grunted and shook his head. “It would be a waste of time.”
I couldn’t find the words. I could only nod, accepting the inevitable. There was no going back, and that was fine with me, so long as it meant having him like this.
Even when I knew it couldn’t last forever.