4 | satisfied?
I walked in with my breath stuck in my throat and was just about to remove my heels when William clasped my wrist and tugged me harshly toward him. As I slammed into his strong body, the little air I had left was knocked out.
‘I’d rather you kept those on,’ he purred and dipped down to engulf my mouth. Wide-eyed, I mellowed against him, utterly at his mercy. The effect this man had on me was beyond my comprehension. I felt like a snake hypnotised by its master’s flute.
He shut the door while his mouth demanded possession of mine. My heart missed a beat at the sound of it being locked. I was both literally and figuratively trapped, yet I harboured no desire to escape. Then, was I truly trapped? Perhaps I was suffering a mild case of Stockholm syndrome, because I was surely in favour of my captor. The taste and scent of him was intoxicating. How had it come to this? I definitely hadn’t been expecting his attention earlier tonight, and yet here I was, about to explore every bit of his tantalising body.
He didn’t waste a second. Impatiently, he plunged his tongue into my mouth and reached for the sash of my coat, unravelling the knot. He spread it apart, arms circling my waist as he pressed me against him.
Without breaking from his mouth, I shrugged out of my coat and let it fall to the floor. The instant it landed, he pinned me forcefully against the wall. I groaned into his mouth, and he smiled at the sound. The anticipation was thick and dense in the air between us, and it revealed itself in how increasingly erratic our breathing became.
‘You know...’ he said as he moved to leave soft kisses on the slope of my neck. ‘Despite the sorry excuse for a man that I am, you seem to find yourself so lost and desperate that you’ve wound up in my bed after all.’ He raised his head, smiling conceitedly as he stared into my eyes.
My eyebrows furrowed with slight irritation. ‘Is that supposed to arouse me?’
‘No.’ He chuckled. ‘But it certainly aroused me .’
A small smile curved my mouth. ‘So degradation is your kink?’
His eyes gleamed. ‘Women who are challenging is my kink.’ He seized my jaw, holding it firmly, and ran his thumb across my lower lip. ‘ You’re my kink.’
Suddenly he thrust his crotch against me, making me gasp. His erection strained against the lower part of my abdomen while his big hands trailed down my waistline and gripped my hips.
‘The shape of you should be illegal,’ he said admiringly and leaned slightly away to get a better look. A heartbeat later, his gaze struck mine like a bullet.
Caught by his allure, a groan leaped over my tongue. I flung my arms around his neck and brought his tempting lips back to mine. As the delectable flavour of him exploded in my mouth, I closed my eyes to savour it. Like an addict, I craved more of the drug-like sensations he evoked. Under his influence, I felt ecstatic.
Expertly, his tongue teased mine with gentle flicks. I had already noted his remarkable way of kissing, but that didn’t prevent it from mystifying me. How was it possible to be so tender, and yet simultaneously so forceful? He wasn’t eating my mouth, yet I had never felt so devoured. His lips moved according to the bliss-point, the brink between too much and too little.
Needing air, I pulled away. ‘Where did you learn to kiss like that?’
He smirked. ‘Unfortunately for me, you weren’t there.’
Heat streamed into my cheeks, turning them pink. Just when I was about to reply, he distracted me by dropping to his knees.
Puzzled, I looked down. ‘What are you doing?’
He put his hands over the pale skin of my bare knees and brought them over his shoulders. I almost let out a squeal, thinking I was about to fall backward, but, thankfully, the wall behind me served as support .
Inwardly, I commended his original move. It made me even more curious to know what scenes he could orchestrate. So far, he hadn’t proved particularly conventional.
At the sound of my muffled squeal, he grinned up at me, and the look in his eyes completely paralysed me. Through long dark lashes, he watched me intensely. Held by his wilful gaze, I didn’t object to his next advances. Slowly but confidently, his hands smoothed up my naked thighs, warm and soft. Then they moved inward. His touch left tingling sensations in its wake, making me pant loudly. Raw arousal flooded my veins the closer he drew to my nether lips, my heart thundering in my chest.
Only then did I realise the state of my black lace thong. Blushing scarlet, I stared bashfully at William as he drew closer to it. Not once did he break eye contact.
When his slow fingers reached the fabric of my wet underwear, he placed the pad of his thumb precisely against my pulsating clit. Acute and sharp, the sensation shot up my spine and all the way to my nose. My back arched away from the wall, my hands gathering in his dark brown hair.
My eyes shut.
Holy shit.
‘Ah,’ I groaned as he rubbed it gently.
‘Sandra . . . You’re drenched,’ he said smugly.
Opening my eyes, I was caught once more by his smouldering stare. He had beautiful eyes. They resembled a serene ocean surrounding a warm paradise. How ironic. He was anything but that.
‘Please. Take me already,’ I pleaded breathlessly and dragged my hands through his hair. It was soft and thick between my fingers.
‘Oh, I’ll take all of you, darling. Hard .’
I tensed up, my vagina throbbing furiously.
Keenly attuned to any response, he observed me intently and pushed my dress upward, revealing my bum. He smoothed his hands across the firm curve of it and, carnal in his methods, squeezed my cheeks before he gave my right side a quick, harsh spank. I hissed, the sting of his palm burning a mark on my skin. I nearly flinched away from him, but his hold on my hip prevented me.
‘That’s for being a bloody pain in the arse earlier,’ he said roughly and gripped my underwear. ‘Now, how much do you care for these?’
Confused by his question, I looked down. It was difficult to keep up with him. I was much too aroused to stay focused on anything but his hands on me.
‘I’ll just have to find out, then,’ he murmured.
Shocking me, he ripped my lace thong to shreds between his strong fingers. I gawked at him, overwhelmed by his arousing action.
He discarded my split underwear by the front door and leaned in, ever so slowly, to trace the inner side of my thigh with soft kisses.
‘Do we need protection?’ he asked as he trailed the tip of his nose across my skin.
‘I’m clean,’ I assured him breathily. ‘Are you?’
‘I am.’
I swallowed, wondering whether to trust him. ‘Good. But I’d prefer if we used a condom either way.’
I tensed as his lips grazed closer and closer to my bundle of nerves. Just before he reached it, my hand formed a fist in his hair to halt his advances.
Seeming to notice my reluctance, he said, ‘I’ll respect that, but the scent of you is driving me mad, so I’m willing to risk it. May I?’
I blushed at his vulgar statement. I wasn’t used to verbal lovers, but William appeared to be one. Though, surprisingly, it only made him more alluring.
If I went along with this, I would finally discover just what else his tongue was capable of, and that idea was slowly but surely seducing me.
‘If you give me anything, I’ll have your balls on a platter,’ I said.
The cool breath of his chuckle spread across my wet lips. I clenched my teeth, struggling to hold on to my self-control.
‘I’ve no doubt you will, but I won’t give you anything other than bliss.’
I looked at the ceiling, contemplating whether to succumb to temptation. The desire to feel his tongue on me was too powerful to ignore. I badly wanted to assess his talents with it, especially since I was confident it would bring me pure ecstasy. Besides, it seemed unlikely that he would lie about being clean just for a chance to please me. In the end, what he intended to do was entirely selfless. He wouldn’t derive any physical pleasure from it himself.
‘Fine. But I’d still prefer to use a condom later on, to diminish the risk.’
‘That’s a deal, love. I can’t wait to taste you,’ he said lustfully and placed a gentle kiss on the spot just above my clit.
For quite some time, he continued to circle it with soft kisses. Rigid and enthralled, I watched his head between my thighs. This teasing was driving me insane. I had never endured such agonising lust before; he was far too tantalising. If he didn’t act soon, I would have to take matters into my own hands.
‘Will,’ I prompted.
Again, he chuckled against my dripping lips, his breath fanning across them. I inhaled sharply and squeezed my eyes shut.
‘All in good time, darling,’ he said and pressed a tender kiss directly on my throbbing bud.
God , it felt good. My legs tensed. The friction was divine.
‘Again,’ I begged.
Then, a slick and warm sensation revolved around my clit, expertly sensitising it. It was his tongue, and it was astounding. My mouth formed a circle, my breath abandoning me as the slick sensation sank lower, lapping over my lips and licking up my juices.
‘Mmm. Even better than I’d imagined,’ he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
What an unbelievably erotic man. Blushing at his words, I opened my eyes to watch him. He held my gaze, giving me a playful wink as he moved closer again.
‘Oh,’ I whined as his tongue drew slow circles. He avoided making direct contact, and it was driving me wild. My blood felt like it was on fire.
‘Please, Will.’
Finally he listened, yielding to my demands. As he swept his tongue directly across my clit, my head jerked back into the wall, but the pleasure he provided numbed out the pain. Resolutely, he increased the speed of his flicks, and his pattern was out of this world – a combination of up and down and around.
He was blowing my mind, masterfully crafting a sensational orgasm within me. Never in my life would I forget the climax I was about to reach. I was certain.
The tension raged through my veins. My whole body flexed as I struggled to withstand it. It centred in my lower abdomen, growing denser and larger. When it verged on becoming unbearable, I cried out his name.
Determined to drive me over the edge, he persisted. My toes curled first. Then my shudders started.
Oh no.
‘Ah!’ I gasped as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced flooded my body. Convulsing away from the wall, I crouched over him and tugged his beautiful hair, overcome with relief and a sense of liberation .
Oh, my God.
While I floated on sheer bliss, he shoved my legs off his shoulders. Then he grabbed my waist and hoisted me up against the wall. Only vaguely did I hear the undoing of a belt. I was much too sated to pay attention to my surroundings. But when the crest of his erection swept across my soaked folds, I could no longer ignore them.
‘Condom!’ I chided and opened my eyes to glare at him. I was religious about my practice of safe sex.
With a look of disdain on his face, he frowned back. ‘What do you take me for?’
Confused, I gazed down at his erection and blinked with surprise. He had already sheathed his length in the latex.
I stared at it. I had never come across such a perfect dick, both in length and girth.
‘R-right.’ I swallowed.
‘Satisfied?’
Meeting his eyes, I gave him a lecherous smile. ‘Almost.’ I lowered my hand and traced the length of him with my fingertips, all while I held his gaze. ‘Get inside me and I will be.’
Lust and wonder danced in his eyes while he chewed on his lower lip, his mouth curving into his increasingly familiar crooked smile.
‘Careful what you wish for,’ he said. Pushing his hips forward, he reached between us and aligned himself with my entrance. As he coated the tip of himself in my wetness, he said gruffly, ‘You’d better muster your strength. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk.’
My mouth watered at his carnal warning. As I stared into his striking eyes, my heart palpitated in the same alien manner that it had earlier that night. It was a sweet sensation, but it was also devastatingly profound. I couldn’t fathom the nature of it.
Indeed, he was devastating, but before I could contemplate my strange heartbeat further, he thrust powerfully into me.
I whimpered, but he didn’t stop. He shoved past my walls until he reached the very end of me. It hurt, albeit faintly. Gripping his broad shoulders, I clawed his shirt and the skin beneath it.
‘Shit,’ he breathed out, ‘you feel fucking amazing. The pressure of you—’ He cut himself off by demanding my mouth. While kissing me as though I were his salvation, he withdrew from within me.
‘Be gentle, please,’ I said against his lips. ‘You’re very big.’
I felt rather than saw his responding smile .
‘You’ll survive,’ he said smugly and pushed forcefully into me again. His thrust was of such strength that I was pushed slightly up the wall.
I hissed into his mouth and locked my legs around his waist. ‘Fuck.’
He started a punishing rhythm – in and out, and so bloody deep, but the friction was nothing short of exquisite. This man was clearly an expert in the art of fucking.
‘Oh.’ I panted. My brows furrowed as I sank into the intense look in his eyes. I could barely believe my good fortune. I must have been accumulating some amazing karma as I consoled Olivia through her heartache. Nothing else could explain this uncanny encounter. Then again, I had never believed in karma.
I was just lucky. It was that simple. To express my gratitude, I would savour this beautiful man.
His large hands began to roam across my body, exploring and caressing every curve. Ruled by zeal, he gripped the fabric of my dress above my breasts and dragged it downward, liberating the aching mass.
He grinned at the view. ‘Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect.’
He lowered his head and engulfed my left nipple with his mouth.
My face flushed at his sensual compliment, and more again when he harshly sucked my erect nipple. Groaning, I buried my breast deeper within his possession, relishing the delicious sensations that rippled through my body.
He was well on his way to obliterating all my defences. Would one night with this man truly be enough? I worried it wouldn’t. Truly, if this was what it entailed, it was tempting to submit to him.
Moving away from my breast, he kissed his way across my sternum and up my neck, reaching the line of my jaw, all while he continued to fuck me into oblivion against the wall. We hadn’t even made it to his bed, I realised.
Upon a particularly perfect thrust, I gasped and hugged him against me. He had struck precisely against my front wall, a spot that was especially sensitive. Seeming to notice this, he repeated the same motion, again and again.
‘Oh my God,’ I mouthed, because I lost my breath.
‘Come on, love,’ he growled. ‘Give in to me,’ he commanded, his authoritative tone making my walls clench around him.
Holding my breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the tension border on unbearable. A few more of those thrusts and I would come undone whether I wanted to or not.
I wailed, my toes curling again.
‘No,’ I whined. I didn’t want to climax so soon.
Burying his hand in my hair, he tugged my head back. ‘Yes,’ he panted and ploughed harshly into me.
Fuck!
Immediately, I was sent over the edge again, reeling straight back into bliss.
I pushed against him, desperate for space. I was so overwhelmed that I feared I would implode. My entire body was convulsing, but he confined me to him, strong arms becoming a cage.
‘Stop, please,’ I squeaked, heaving for air.
‘You’re exceptionally sensitive,’ he said, his voice full of wonder. He wasn’t the first to tell me that, but that didn’t make it less true. I had always been like this. Maybe that was why I enjoyed sex so much. I rarely had it without coming at least once.
‘Yeah, well, for better and for worse.’
He chuckled and, to my relief, ceased thrusting. He brought us away from the wall and carried me into his living room. Locating his dark brown dining table, he lowered us onto it and propped himself on his forearms on either side of my head.
We stared at each other in silence. While I couldn’t speak for him, I was overawed by the chemistry between us. I had never experienced anything like it, and certainly not with a stranger. The mere magnitude of it was uncanny. Was this the sort of encounter that would only happen once in a lifetime, if at all? Was I currently staring at the Right One, or was he just another fool among the crowd of imposters? My gut whispered he was different, but I was scared to listen in case it was wrong.
With a look of amusement, he pushed up and leaned back, but he remained buried inside me, which my vagina was hyperaware of; it throbbed around his dick.
‘Your sexual stamina could use a remedy,’ he said as he started undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. Offended, I gave him a scowl.
‘Fuck you.’
‘You are. Right now, as it happens,’ he fired back, thoroughly amused, and thrust gently into me again.
‘Ah,’ I complained and looked grumpily away from him.
He laughed. ‘We’ll just have to practise, I suppose.’
‘In your dreams. ’
‘There as well, I’m sure.’ He smirked. ‘But I have to say, after watching you come – twice already – I’m less inclined than ever to let you leave this place without any intention of seeing me again. I could honestly watch you come for a lifetime without growing bored.’
My face grew hotter. I refused to discuss this with him. I wasn’t changing my mind. He surely drove a hard bargain, though, in more ways than one.
Something soft dropped on the floor. I looked back at him, and my heart jolted at the view. He had taken off his shirt.
I stared at his powerful torso, salivating. The man was clearly no stranger to the gym. He was easily the fittest man I had ever slept with. I could wash my clothes on his stomach, for heaven’s sake, and his pecs were bigger than my boobs.
I couldn’t resist ogling him. While his muscles were prominently defined, they didn’t look unnatural. They were athletic and proportionate – exactly my taste.
Groaning, I turned my head and tucked my face into the palm of my hand. This wasn’t fair. I didn’t deserve this. Why were my willpower and dedication to my studies being put on trial like this?
‘Either way, we’re nowhere near finished,’ he said. Gripping my arm, he dragged me off the table and slipped out of me in the same go.
Towering in front of me, he leaned down and pressed a sweet and extended kiss to my swollen mouth. Then, as suddenly as he had kissed me, he whirled me around and reached for the zip at the back of my dress. As it came undone beneath his skilful fingers, I studied my surroundings. He evidently had excellent and expensive taste. I wasn’t sure I had ever been in a flat with an interior design this elegant. It was dominated by darker shades that gave it a masculine atmosphere, which made me doubt that he had a female housemate – if he had one at all.
On my left, a set of stairs led up to another floor. His penthouse had to be even bigger than I had initially thought. It was a lot of space for just one man.
‘Do you live alone?’ I asked as my dress fell to pool around my ankles.
‘No. My girlfriend will be back tomorrow night.’
My heart faltered. It hadn’t occurred to me to ask whether he was single. I had taken it for granted that he was.
Plagued by dread, I slowly turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder. A sardonic smile welcomed me.
‘Dickhead,’ I insulted him, annoyed. He was pulling my leg .
He laughed, his eyes creasing with mirth. ‘Yes, darling, I live alone. Do you?’
‘No, I’ve got a flatmate – best mate.’ I looked around. ‘You have similar taste, actually. He’d have loved this place.’
He frowned. ‘He?’ he echoed. ‘You mean you live with a man?’
‘Yeah.’
‘That’s a bit unusual, isn’t it?’
‘Maybe.’ I shrugged. ‘He’s like a brother to me, though.’
‘Poor guy.’ He tittered. ‘Is he aware you think of him that way?’
‘Of course, it’s a mutual thing.’
He looked sceptical. ‘I’m sure. You haven’t slept with him, then?’
I laughed at the preposterous idea. ‘Of course not.’
‘I can’t imagine he’ll be happy with my future visits.’
Visits? What did he mean ‘visits’? Had he forgotten that I apparently lived in Edinburgh?
I was about to ask what he meant when he put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me forward, tenaciously. Spread flat across his dining table, I felt his nails claw down my back.
‘Mm. You are a sight to behold,’ he said and left a soft kiss on my shoulder blade. As he stretched up to his full height behind me, he smoothed his hands across my buttocks.
‘This’ – he squeezed – ‘is more enticing than I could possibly express.’
I swallowed a lump in my throat and closed my eyes to prepare for his intrusion. Soon enough, he rubbed the tip of his erection over my slit, lubricating himself in my fluids. It was a careful action, and yet the sensation made me shiver. I was overly sensitive now. I would be coming again in record time.
‘Ready?’ he asked, his voice low and seductive.
‘Yes.’
He pushed into me with a lengthy groan of satisfaction. Searching for something to hold on to, I spread my arms and gripped the edges of the table. He grabbed my hips upon his steady retreat, and I perceived it as a warning. His next shove wasn’t going to be merciful.
But his subsequent thrust proved me wrong. Unlike earlier, he was deliciously delicate in his treatment this time around. He didn’t plough into me. Instead, he settled into a steady rhythm that massaged my front wall in the most pleasurable manner. In all fairness, this pattern was far worse, because it seemed to trigger me much faster.
‘Oh my God,’ I moaned and propped my upper body on my forearms. Using his hold on my hips, he dragged me to meet each of his thrusts, making him reach so blissfully deep.
I had never been penetrated so well.
‘You like that?’ His voice was sexier than any other I had heard, and especially when he used that tone. It made him irresistible.
‘Mm, yes. Don’t stop,’ I said breathlessly.
His warm mouth placed a loud, hungry kiss on the spot between my shoulder blades. As the tip of his nose trailed up to the nape of my neck, he said sensually, ‘If I could, I’d fuck you for ever, darling. You feel that good.’ And then, a single harsh thrust.
I whimpered and shook my head. Would I survive this?