CHAPTER 70 #2
I tug at his trousers, desperately wanting them off.
Once he’s removed them and I’ve pushed down his briefs, he eyes me with amusement when I slide a condom out from my tiny purse like I had planned this, even though I actually did not…
He watches as I put it on him, and the most ravenous glint reaches his eyes at my hand around his length before he slides them both out of his way, pinning my wrists against the desk.
My neck jolts back on the initial thrust, still not used to the size, how thick he is, moaning around the makeshift gag when his lips skate to my ear.
“Baby, you’re close aren’t you?” he whispers.
And I moan at that too, feeling my drool start to spill from the corners of my mouth.
Then he drops his longest finger, a middle one, at the apex of my thighs again, giving so much attention to it, feeling my eyes roll back when the pleasure hits, my hips starting to rock back and forth to ride out that euphoric glaze.
Troy grunts over my shoulder when my pussy continues to spasm around his shaft. He abruptly removes the lace from my mouth, capturing my tongue in an open mouth kiss. He knew the exact moment I needed that since without the replacement, my next pant was about to shapeshift into a scream.
“Shit,” Troy clenches out when the sound of footsteps fill the hallway. “Someone’s coming.”
His eyes melting into a pool of panic, he gently slides out from me before tucking my underwear into his coat pocket, stepping into his briefs and pants as I collect my breathing before we dart behind the door like two idiots.
Unable to hide my wobbly legs, and giant, teasing smile, I poke Troy’s shoulder just because, and he bats my hand away like he’s trying not to be affected, watching his father step into his office—his empty office, he assumes by the frustrated grunt he lets out.
He leaves not long before we scan the corridor.
Troy turns to me, then says, “Run.”
And do we. Down the giant hallway like the two idiots that we are, me chasing him down the foyer and out the front door as Camila, his father’s butler I met earlier, eyes us both in confusion.
By the time we’ve made it to the backyard, all the guests have either left or stepped inside.
The backyard—the giant forest I should rather say—has this strange, mythical quality to it, mainly from how spacious it feels, mazed with tall, curly hedges and bushes. All of it very clean. Very frighteningly perfect.
Running deeper into the prickly grass, at some fizzled point in time, Troy and I both collapse onto the ground, him to my right, me on his left.
The adrenaline continues to buzz over my skin as I slip out the bottle from under my purse.
Having opened the Rosé earlier, I pop the lid off, taking a big gulp before handing it to him. He takes the smallest sip, pushing it out the way.
Something in his eyes crackles over my chest, like he’s not quite finished yet, not done with what we started back inside the house.
I almost second guess the thought until he leans in again, untangling the small knot in my waves, and my heartbeat starts flickering again.
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Troy
“What?” Ana asks me.
Running my fingers underneath her dress, sliding them up her legs, she stares at me like she can’t believe her eyes.
“Again?” she says, sparks flying from her gaze. The hint of surprise still there.
Like she can’t imagine I’d want her again this quickly.
I hold her hips tight in case she was wondering what I think.
“I could make you come all day,” I rasp.
She moans, but then I see the slight raise in her brows. “Here? On the grass?”
Grinning at her concern over the logistics and all, heat coils down my back, seeing the lust continue to drip from her eyes.
“I just fucked you against my dad’s sacred desk, per your request,” I tease, “but you draw the line at freshly cut grass?”
With her lips parted in arousal, she moves her hands to the side of her dress, unzipping it, leaving her in just a red lace bra.
At the realization that the rest of her is completely bare, I see the look of shyness drop onto her rosy cheeks, and the sight ticks at my jaw.
I lift myself to my knees, reaching for one of her ankles before giving it a tug until it brings her closer to me.
Her hair sprawled all around her in a wild reverie, I stretch her legs, exposing her to me just the way I like, the way she loves, and from the tight beads that poke through the red lace along her chest, her open mouth, and dripping cunt, my eyes don’t know where to latch onto first.
Or my mouth.
So I start slow, the way we both like, dipping my chin in between her legs, forgetting how anyone else tasted like, anyone else smelled like before her, darting my tongue out hungrily, ready to drown in her.
One lick in, and she’s already whimpering, her body so damn sensitive, so damn receptive to my touch, the pulse building in my veins barely able to contain itself.
One look up at her features stretched taut, her tongue rolling in her mouth like she wants something to bite into, the flicks in my tongue grow impatient, restless, and so does her breathy pants.
But I want to give her more, I know she can take more, so I move my tongue off her, grunting at the nectar running down her thighs, pooling out her core, before I flip her over so that her chest is against the grass.
When I slide her dress underneath her hips in case she’s not comfortable with her flesh touching the grass, she shakes my hands away, moving the red fabric out of sight.
My cock jolts with desire by her move but adjust my legs, ignoring it for now.
Lifting her perky ass in the air, I bring my mouth to her hips from behind, sliding my tongue right underneath.
And when she circles her hips into the air, my patience diffuses, no longer going slow.
No, I go fast, fast licks up and down her glistening pussy, fast rubs on her clit from my thumb, eating her out from behind until her limbs all pinch, and she bucks back against my mouth aggressively, feeling the desperation in her for me not to move.
And I’m not going anywhere.
I stay with her, tasting her, indulging in her feverishly until she breaks out into deep pants, pulling her chest against the grass to catch her breath.
When she turns to look at me from over her shoulder, the warm content in her eyes almost knocks the breath out of me.
Then the heat starts echoing again when Ana turns to face me, her hands reaching for my pant’s zipper.
“Again?” I tease her.
“Yes,” she says, her voice heavy. “Fuck, yes,” she breathes the words into my tongue, her lips pushing into mine, making me groan.
This time she turns herself back around, and I know what that means—she wants me to fuck her from the back, and she wants to rub her clit against the grass—I knew that much when she tossed her dress so fiercely into it.
And it’s such a sight to see, all of it, her grinding her hips into the poky edges of green, her circling her ass back against me shameless, I nearly come in seconds.
After we both do, I flip her again so that her back’s against the grass.
As much as I was enjoying the view—so fucking much—I think I like taking her from the front even more, the way I get to see every reaction fall over her face.
A few thrusts in, and I see how her brows scrunch up together, how she sticks her bottom lip out slightly, giving it a tiny bite to stop from moaning loud, how her neck moves to one side a second, and then quickly to another when I hit a spot she can’t believe I found.
This time when I reach one, her features all tighten, feeling her body clamp around mine.
“Troy,” she pants out, and honest to God, I come at the way she says my name like it means something entirely new and meaningful to her.
When she whimpers like the pleasure is too overwhelming, I bring a hand to the side of her face, caressing her temple. “I know, baby.” She moans again. “I know.”
I brush my face into her neck, nibbling over the shell of her ear. “Fuck, you look so beautiful when you come.”
Grazing my fingers over her chest, I tug down the red lace before pinching her tight, perfect nipple between an index finger and thumb.
Ana’s hips lift from the grass like she wants me to move even deeper, and I angle her waist to give her what she wants, already feeling the stickiness from her core cover my legs, and it feels perfect.
She’s perfect.