3. Chapter Three
If one more fucking asshole looks at this beauty that’s in my arms I’m going to throw another fucking punch and get benched at our next game.
Coach would fucking kill me so I’m trying to hold it together. The only thing I could think of was to get her alone in my house, my bed.
And naked.
I watch her closely as she says goodbye to her friend, and a couple of the guys from the team eye me as I wait. I nod at them as their eyes follow mine to the woman in the section next to them.
In the five years I’ve been in Houston, I can count on one hand how many women these guys have seen me bring home. And usually it was a means to an end with them. None of them ever held my attention the way she is. Not even the gold digging ex that my manager thought would make me look good in the public’s eye .
She comes back to me holding out her hand for help getting down the steps. I gladly accept. The smile she rewards me with almost knocks me off my feet. I’ve never been so caught up with a woman I barely know. But I just know she’s special, she’s meant to be with me here tonight.
And the fact that she has no idea who I am is so fucking refreshing.
We make it out to the lobby that houses the gold elevators and doorman.
“Good evening, Mr. –”
“Good evening. Have a great night.” I cut him off before he can say my last name. I don’t want anything to spoil this night.
I just want to live in this bubble for now, then I’ll tell her over breakfast who I am.
“What floor?” she asks.
“P3.”
“Oh you’re the penthouse,” she says in an amused tone, but not in the normal way women say it.
Not that a woman has ever graced my doorstep. I don’t do that. We hook up at their places so I can make a quiet escape before breakfast.
“Not impressed, are you?”
“It’s a home,” she shrugs but the slight uptick in her lips tells me otherwise.
I let out a laugh, while pushing her up against the cold metal wall of the elevator. “And what is it that might impress a woman like you? ”
“I’m pretty confident that your cock is going to really impress me in about five minutes.” She reaches between us to cup me through my jeans. “Yeah, definitely confident about that.”
“Five minutes? No ma’am. I am a southern gentleman now. I will take my time with this sweet body and make sure that you are thoroughly satisfied again before you get my cock.”
I feel her knees go weak under me, and I take her mouth with mine. I’ve never tasted anything better than her lips. Except for her pussy. All time favorite meal I’ve ever had.
The doors “ding” open into my house, and I grip her ass to carry her into the room. Her legs wrap around my waist and her voluptuous breasts press into my chest. I can’t wait to get a handful of those in my mouth later.
I place her back on the ground when I get to my favorite spot in the house. The floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city skyline of Houston.
I’ve had a fantasy of fucking a woman from behind with everyone able to see in front of this window ever since I moved in. I just haven’t had anyone to fulfill that with until tonight.
“Turn,” I command.
She immediately listens. Taking in her silhouette as she turns slowly, she puts on a show that I’m lucky enough to be front and center to .
I reach down and gather the bottom of her dress in my hand, pulling it up her body until she reaches her hands in the air for me to pull it off completely. I stare at our reflection in the windows. Since her panties are in my pocket, she’s left in only a matching lace bra that does almost nothing to contain her breasts.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.” I unclasp the hook of her bra and, with my teeth, I pull the straps down, letting them slide off her arms one at a time.
Circling my arms around her, I grab a handful of those beautiful full breasts, tweaking her nipples between my finger and thumb. Sliding my hand down the front of her stomach I notice she flinches as I trace her curves.
“Why?”
“Wh-why what?” she stutters breathlessly.
“Why must you flinch as I caress this body you’ve graced me with tonight?” I scowl in the window, not moving my hand from the area she’s uncomfortable with.
“I just… I don’t know.” She fidgets under my gaze, trying to intertwine her fingers with mine and move my hand.
I splay my hands over her stomach. “This body is mine, these curves are mine. And they’re sexy as hell. You will not stop me from touching what is mine, Skatten Min, do you understand? ”
“Yes.”
“Sir,” I add.
She looks back at me so I continue, “When you are naked, I want you to answer only, ‘yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir.” She responds but I can detect a hint of feistiness behind the words. And I’m fucking thrilled to see more.
“Good.” I nuzzle into her neck, kissing along her collarbone.
Using my knee, I nudge her legs open to me.
“I wonder, will you be as wet for me as before, or will you be soaked for me?” I whisper into the shell of her ear, giving her earlobe a nip before I reach down to find out. “Soaked.”
She whimpers as I lazily stroke at her clit. Running circles with my finger to make her moan her pleasure.
“Lean forward, and place your hands on the window. If anyone is looking up, I want them to see your face as I make you scream in pleasure.”
I drop to my knees and lift her hips to angle that beautiful pussy to my face once more. “Lean back onto my face.”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeats, but does as I tell her eagerly.
“Good girl, Skatten Min, good girl.” I swat her ass leaving a red mark. The sight of it has me harder than a rock. I’m surprised my cock hasn’t broken free of its restraints yet. The painful bite of my zipper only makes it better.
“Good lord, please. Touch me. Now,” she begs.
“You’ll get your pleasure soon. Be patient.”
I nip at her inner thigh making her jump. And again on the other thigh. This time she’s ready for it. My love bites cause her to push her perfect pussy right into my face.
I swipe at her arousal and pop my finger in my mouth, “Mmm, you’re so sweet.” I crawl in front of her, leaning up to take her peaked nipples into my mouth as they dangle perfectly for my mouth.
I suck each one again before blowing a bit of cool air on them, then moving back to the other. Back and forth until she moans out. My hands trace the straps of ribbon that are laced up her calf from these fucking shoes that drew my attention in first.
I stand next to her, reaching around to swipe her arousal one more time, this time though I add my finger to her mouth.
“Taste how sweet you are, Skatten Min. Aren’t you the sweetest I’ve ever had?”
“Yes, Sir.” I smirk at her for remembering the rule.
I drop back down to my knees, rewarding her. My tongue swirls in circles around her clit, and I plunge two fingers into that tight pussy, crooking them just so. The more she moans out her pleasure, the more my tongue rewards her. The more rewards she gets, the louder she moans until she’s screaming out for me. I can tell she’s on the edge, her orgasm is within reach. So I nip her clit and swat her ass at the same time. The two sensations have her pulsing on my fingers, as she rides out her orgasm on my face.
“Fuck. Oh my God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
“Good girl. Scream for me.” I murmur into her orgasming pussy.
Her knees weaken and I wrap my arms around her middle to catch her. She’s cradled in my arms, relishing the moments after her orgasm as the aftershocks ripple through her body.
She latches her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her lips. I mix my tongue with hers like a starved man, and she returns the sentiment.
“Do you taste how sweet you are on my lips?”
“I want to taste you .” She climbs out of my arms and stands in front of me. Every glorious inch of her skin is on display.
“Is that so? You get to call the shots?” I stand before her.
“Yes, Sir. Strip.”
“Since you’ve asked nicely.”
I unroll my sleeves, and unbutton the top of my shirt before reaching back behind my neck and pulling the whole thing off.
As my tattooed body is put on display, her eyes dart back and forth from each piece of ink .
She reaches forward, tracing the larger pieces across my chest, trailing down my abs, and to my waistband.
With gingerly soft touches, she pops the button and undoes my zipper. Pulling my jeans down. I kick off my shoes and socks, along with the jeans. I’m left in just my boxer briefs.
This time she drops to her knees, hooking her thumbs into my waistband and pulling them down my legs. My cock springs free and bounces in front of her face.
“Holy shit,” she mutters under her breath.
“Everything is bigger in Texas,” I respond with a chuckle at the cliche saying.
She grips the base of my cock and licks my length, circling around my tip with those red stained lips wrapping around me.
“Fuck,” I hiss out.
She opens her lips wider, taking more of me into her mouth. She moves slowly at first, testing how much of me she can take. She forces herself to take more and more until she starts moving freely as I fuck that sweet mouth of hers.
Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as I go harder and faster. Gripping her hair in my hands, I control the speed, holding her in place. Using her hand she strokes the base of my cock while sucking the tip. I feel like a teenager, running stats through my mind to keep from coming too soon .
Her lips pop as I pull out before slamming back into the heat of her mouth. I look down and that’s my undoing. The familiar tingle of an orgasm begins traveling up my spine. Her cherry red lips wrapped around my cock, the fact that she’s taking almost all of my cock, and choking it down, I’m done for.
I release her from my grip, running my hands through my own hair as the feeling of losing control takes over.
“Fuck!” I grunt out my own orgasm as she continues to suck my cock and swallow down every last drop.
She leans back on her heels. “You taste as good as I thought you would, too.”
I haul her up to me, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist.
“You are fucking perfect.”
I haul her ass off to my bed. Ready to show her a night she’ll never forget. I can’t wait to do it again after breakfast.