28
Sable
The front door to my apartment swung shut behind us.
We were all grappling hands, tongues, and teeth as we kissed, trying to rip the clothes from our bodies.
It didn’t matter that I’d had a less than stellar night at the club.
My client had wanted me to blow him, while also fighting me on using a condom.
He gave in when I said I’d leave if he refused.
That was when he spent the entire encounter trying to tell me how I was doing a shit job. How he should take his money back.
Nasty ass fucker. I’d never had a client complain like that.
All I could think about was Orion—how I’d left him sitting at the bar.
That damn kicked puppy look on his face as I disappeared into a back room with someone else.
But I needed to do it. I needed to see that he could handle it.
It was a huge fucking ask to let me keep working, but it made me some really fucking good money. I was damn good at it, too.
Maybe that was what was fueling the moment as well.
I wanted to feel his body against mine. I wanted to be with someone who actually knew how to get me off, enjoying the moment instead of everything being so fucking transactional. This was about the fun, the heat, the intensity of the moment.
We stumbled our way blindly through my apartment—me attached to him, not letting go. His muscles felt perfect under my hands. We stalled as he bumped into the coffee table, sending a pile of my mail spilling to the floor.
My heart thudded loudly in my chest as Orion leaned over to pick it all up. There was no way he wouldn’t see my name all over the envelopes. I’d been so good about not telling him, but I’d have to eventually if this was going to be anything real. Did I want to let him in at that level?
He didn’t say anything as he set the mail in a neat stack back on the table before turning back to me.
I couldn’t stand there overthinking this.
I needed to be naked with him, to have him pounding my body into submission, into a state of mindfulness.
The club shouldn’t take up space in our personal bubble like this.
Shit. I really did like this guy.
Orion took the lead. He grabbed my hand, pulling me into that delicious chest before leaning down to kiss me again. It wasn’t quite as frantic this time. This kiss was tender, like he were trying to savor the moment. It was enough to make my knees weak.
We pulled back, panting for our own individual air, but I needed to get this moving along.
“Fuck me. Now.”
He laughed. It was a deep rumble that I felt vibrate through my limbs as he lifted me to escort me the rest of the way into the bedroom.
Clothes came off so damn quickly—for once, I didn’t care that all I had was a mattress on the floor. I dropped onto the mattress on my knees, pulling Orion in close, sucking his cock down in one quick motion.
“Oh, fuck. That sinful little mouth of yours is going to be the death of me,” he purred as his thick fingers worked into my hair to hold me in place.
I bobbed my head, slurping along his length, savoring the salty tang of his pre-cum as it leaked against my tongue. The feel of the coarse hair on his thighs under my palms was such a huge fucking turn-on. I gripped the corded muscles to maintain my balance.
That’s how I knew the customer from earlier was full of shit. Orion sure as fuck was enjoying this blowjob.
This was also the second time I’d gone down on him without a condom.
There was still that little voice in the back of my head that said I was being a little too trusting, a little too soon, but I’d already crossed that line with him once.
Even if it hadn’t been intentional. I’d just gotten too caught up in the moment.
I hadn’t realized it until I could clearly taste him.
The worst part was that I was addicted to that flavor. I craved it in the worst way possible.
I opened my mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide free before I nuzzled the engorged length against his abdomen. He was so hot to the touch. I wanted him to burn me, to mark me, brand me. Make me his.
Fuck. There was something seriously wrong with me.
I licked a strip from root to tip before I suckled at the tip again, dragging my tongue through his slit.
“That’s it. You like the way I taste? Don’t you? Drink it all up like the good little slut you are.”
There it was. Orion had gotten a little verbal with me the first time he’d fucked me. I wondered if it would ever make an appearance again. I was happy to hear it again. Normally it wasn’t my thing, but the low rumble of his lust-drunk voice just made it all work.
I slid lower down his girth, hollowing out my cheeks to give him maximum suction. It made him curse, fingers tightening in my hair. His thighs trembled beneath my hands—he had to be close. I didn’t want him to come this way. If he was coming, it needed to be while he was balls deep inside me.
The moment I pulled off his cock again, Orion growled at me.
It made me snicker because it was cute that he was upset with me.
If he had been close, I’d just edged the fuck out of him.
It wasn’t something I was very skilled at doing.
If we continued down this road, it was something we could explore a little more.
I’d never actually been in a serious enough relationship with anyone before to explore my kinks in any capacity.
I pulled Orion onto the mattress next to me, laughing because it was a lot more of a fall for him than it was for me. It was moments like that when I had to remember he was so much freaking taller than me.
It was honestly one of my favorite things about him.
It wasn’t that I sought out partners who were taller.
It naturally happened when you were as short as I was.
Most men were taller than my five feet four.
I had a lot of attitude to back me up. I never let my lack of height stop me from doing anything.
A lot of guys seemed to like that I was so small.
Even Orion.
He’d proven as much in the few times that he’d called me his tiny little dancer. I liked being his in any capacity. Oh my God. I was so fucked.
I was getting sidetracked thinking of things other than what I should be focusing on like the naked man who was lying on my bed that I desperately needed to feel inside me.
The one I was so fucking desperate for. While I’d even overdone it the other night, none of the men had actually been all that good.
I needed something good, better than good, something great.
I needed to be with someone who actually cared about how I felt.
“Fuck. I want you so damn bad,” I said, rolling so that Orion was under me while I straddled his hips. He looked fucking sexy under me.
I rolled my hips, reveling in the feel of his cock as it dragged through the crack of my ass.
It left a sticky trail of his pre-cum. I had the wild idea of wanting to know what it would feel like to have him fuck me raw.
We weren’t there yet, but maybe at one point we would be.
It was something we’d have to talk about first. I’d want to take a trip to the clinic for testing—he would do the same.
Because I worked at the club, I got tested regularly.
I always used protection. That didn’t mean that accidents didn’t happen.
I was pretty sure that the only other person Orion had been with was his wife, but if he was cheating on her with me, there was no telling what his sexual history was.
I didn’t want that to taint my mental image of him, but it was something I needed to think about.
Our bodies continued to rock together on autopilot. Everything felt like it was amplified, probably because it was still skin on skin.
“Goddamn. What the hell are you doing to me?” Orion asked as his hands grasped my hips, forcing me to keep moving. I was breathless, full of desire, my body on fire with need as I undulated over him.
“What am I doing to you? I think the better question is what have you done to me. I’m never a needy little demon like this.”
He smirked up at me before thrusting his hips up, making the tip of his dick catch against my rim. The air rushed from my lungs because if he had pushed inside—I wasn’t sure I would have stopped him.
“You’re my sexy little demon. My perfect little fuck toy.”
I shivered at his words before fumbling to reach for the table next to my bed. The whole move was awkward. It almost broke how sensual the moment was.
When I pulled the drawer open, reaching my hand inside.
I grappled around but couldn't locate what I was looking for. Fuck my life, of course, that would be my luck at a moment like this. I’d have to stop what I was doing, extract myself from the perfect specimen of a man below me to find a damn condom.
It was like the universe was telling me to just skip it because I found the lube without any sort of problem.
Trust that I was about ready to give up when my fingers finally hit the edge of a foil packet.
The sound I made was a bit dramatic—Orion laughed as I dropped the supplies next to us on the bed.
“You laugh, sir, but this was about to be a whole lot less fun had I not found that stupid packet.”
Orion’s face only stretched into a devilish smirk as he flipped our positions, pinning me below him. God, I fucking loved seeing him looming over me. He was so damn delicious. I couldn’t wait for him to devour me whole.
He didn’t waste any time pushing his body between my legs. I loved the feeling of being so exposed to him. I grasped the inside of my knees to pull them to my chest, giving him a good view of my eager hole.