Chapter 21 – Violet #2
Done playing games, I dropped my hands to cup his erection. It filled my hands. Peeling away his briefs to expose his hard length was all I could think about. I wanted him inside me, filling and pushing until I couldn’t take any more.
“I had something more fulfilling in mind. How about we finish dessert another time?”
His lips pursed. Maybe the raw edge to my words got to him, because he nodded.
“I only want to make you happy, Cupcake.” He gestured to his leg. He frowned, his expression rueful. “I’m not exactly at my most athletic right now.”
I patted his chin. “Don’t worry, Murphy. I’ve got a solution.” I patted the couch next to me. “Why don’t you just sit here and look pretty? Let me do all the work.” There. That was much more restrained than admitting I wanted to ride him like a bronco at the rodeo.
“That hardly seems fair.”
Not fair was how I’d describe my need to have him inside me. Riding him to oblivion sounded just fine to me.
“Fuck fair.”
He blinked, the slow sweep of his lashes obscuring his eyes for one blistering moment. “Have I told you lately that you’re a dream come true, Cupcake?”
He pushed to his feet, slipping off his boxers and sitting on the couch, thighs spread to accommodate his erection. He should have looked ridiculous. Like an emperor with no clothes, dick waving in the wind announcing his hubris. It was anything but.
It was sexy as fuck. Confident. Sure. Mine.
Some part of me knew there’d be no going back after this. We couldn’t slide back into easy jokes and careful distance, not when I’d seen him like this and let him see me stripped bare in every way that mattered. Whatever happened tomorrow, this would rewrite us.
His expression was pure challenge as I pushed to my feet, letting my dress slither over my hips to pool on the floor, leaving me in nothing but a tiny scrap of soaked satin.
Lee extended his hands, curling his palms, the universal sign for “come to me.” Thighs spread, shoulders back, a man on his throne. Or… a wild beast, eager to be ridden. Yes. That was the image I’d hold on to. Lee as my private stallion.
My underwear was uncomfortably damp. Swiftly, I dropped them, stripping away the last barrier between us. I wanted him between my thighs.
Lee beckoned again, eyes hungry, and this time I obeyed, straddling him. The hair on his legs tickled the insides of my thighs. I scooted closer, gliding forward until I notched against his erection. He hissed, lids falling. He was hot to my damp. Steel to my softness.
Rubbing against him sent a delicious thrill through me, the slow undulation radiating pleasure to my fingertips, my hairline, my toes.
“Fuuuck.” He exhaled it, drawing the word out. “You feel so good. Condom?”
Shit. I knew I’d forgotten something. I whimpered softly. Pulling away took the last of my strength.
“Where?”
“Pants.”
I dug the packet out of his pocket and ripped it open. Our hands tangled in our rush to stretch the rubber down his shaft. He wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs, tugging me back into position, his erection trapped between us.
Lee’s eyes gleamed with an emotion I couldn’t name.
Didn’t want to think about. Instead, I dipped lower, capturing his mouth in a rough kiss that echoed the urgency I felt.
There was nothing gentle left. Sweet Violet had officially left the building, leaving a woman in her place who would have shocked me even two weeks ago. Wanton. More than willing. Greedy.
Sucking in unsteady breaths, my chest heaved, drawing Lee’s gaze. He cupped my breasts, slipping one nipple into his mouth. He held my gaze as he licked the nub.
“Sticky.”
“That’s not the only sticky spot.”
He dropped his fingers to my clit, tracing gently down my opening.
“So I see.” He said it so smugly that I wanted to smack him, but there were more appropriate punishments for a man who didn’t know his place.
I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as I drew a finger across his lips. “‘Look pretty’ means be quiet.”
“What if I want to whisper filthy nothings in your ear?”
“Murphy, if you can still summon language, I’m not doing it right.”
Indolently, I arched, spreading my thighs and making him disappear inside me, inch by torturous inch. His eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering, lips softly parted. I exhaled, a deep “ha” sound emerging as he slid home, the sound long and low. He filled me to the hilt, no air between us.
I gripped his shoulders, using them for leverage. Clenching my thighs, I moved, rotating my hips, tilting until our bodies aligned perfectly. Every nerve ending was on fire. I wanted to simultaneously move and stay there forever. Full and aching, but in the best possible way.
I’d dreamed about this for years. Not just the sex, but being seen – wanted – like this by him. Every inch inside me felt like a claim, like he’d finally stopped holding back.
A coil of tension built inside me as I rocked on Lee, sliding up and down, building friction. Greed made me go faster. I wasn’t just chasing release, I wanted to prove I could take him. Hold him. That he belonged here with me, not hiding behind guilt or friendship.
His hands gripped my buttocks, digging deeper with every thrust. My thighs quivered with the effort, lactic acid building in my muscles as I strained for the finish line.
One long stroke. Two, and stars burst behind my eyelids, raining down my spine in wave after wave of orgasm.
Lee grunted beneath me, one last thrust taking him over the edge.
I collapsed on his shoulder, my breath coming in heaving gasps against his neck. I should have felt too exposed, but instead I felt whole. Like the empty spaces had finally been filled, body and soul.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, chests expanding and contracting in rhythm.
Gently, he lifted me off his lap, disengaging and pushing to his feet.
He returned a few minutes later and dropped to the sofa beside me, pulling me into his arms. I snuggled against his chest, not ready to face reality yet.
Not wanting to see his guard snap back into place.
“Violet Fenwick, you were one hundred percent right.” He murmured the words softly, sounding stunned. Because we’d been together? Or because we’d been so good?
I squinted, opening one eye. Lee looked the most relaxed I’d ever seen him. Fair, since my orgasm had pretty much taken my head off.
“About what?”
“There are no words.”