His to Taste (14 page)

I swept through the foyer and stopped in my tracks when I saw Mr. Cochran sitting at the kitchen table. He had my laptop open in front of him and he was biting into a crisp Fuji apple. I could see the cords working in of his strong neck as he swallowed, and I had to tear my greedy gaze away from his throat before I was able to squeak, “Hi…um…is everything ok?”
Ugh, so much for marching in there and vamping it up like a sex goddess.

He set aside his half-eaten apple on the table and gave me a slow grin as he took in my casually sexy outfit and softly tousled hair. “You tell me, sweetheart.” He gestured to my laptop, and said, “Are you sure that this is absolutely what you want?”

“Well,” I began. “I’ve given it a lot of thought and I think this would be the best approach. I know how important this is to us both and I feel like I’m up for the challenge. In fact, why don’t we go over it now?”

I could feel his intent gaze as I approached the table to pull up my menu proposal. Just as I reached out to grab my laptop, my left wedge collided with the table leg and I stumbled, slamming the laptop screen closed. The impact of my foot made his apple roll off the table, bounce against his chair leg like a pinball, and rolled to a stop underneath the table.

Cursing under my breath, I quickly bent down and crawled under the table to retrieve the stupid apple. That whole flirting like a sex goddess thing was clearly never going to be listed under the special skills section of my resume. Just as I was about to grab it, I felt his warm hands caress my soft calves, and I froze.

“Mr. Cochran…?” I gasped, my legs quivering at his touch. His hands slowly traced the back of my knees. Despite my clumsiness, he must have read my signals. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, but I held myself still, waiting for his next move.

“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Relax, I’ve got you.” He stroked at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs underneath my jean skirt, making me moan softly at the sensations. I felt so vulnerable on my hands and knees, but it was so arousing to allow him to explore my body from that position. Now that I knew that my crawling under the kitchen table would drive him crazy with lust, the grocery bills were going to skyrocket from all of the baskets of bruised fruit rolling off the table.

He thrust his hands further up my skirt, caressing my rounded ass, the heat of his palms scorching through the thin cotton barrier of my demure boyshorts. Squirming to get closer to him, I tried to resist grabbing at his teasing hands. I squealed when he abruptly grabbed my hips and quickly pulled me back out from under the table.

I didn’t have time to gasp, much less think, when he swept me up into his arms and strode down the hallway, up the stairs, and directly into his bedroom. He walked over to his bed, but didn’t relinquish his hold on me. I melted against his broad chest when he dipped his head and devoured my soft lips. The combination of his apple flavored mouth and his spicy cologne was comforting yet utterly sexy.

He was delicious and I couldn’t get enough of him and his decadent kisses. I gently nipped at his lower lip and he growled in answer, lowering me onto his bed. Little moans escaped my throat as he kissed and sucked at my sensitive neck. I blindly yanked at his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin. He ripped it off and flung it onto the floor, and I did the same with my blouse. I couldn’t help blushing when he deftly unhooked my lacy bra and I crossed my arms reflexively over my bared breasts.

“Let me look at you, sweetheart,” he said. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He drew my hand toward his lips and kissed my palm. My fingers curled reflexively as if I could save the sensation for safekeeping. I gasped when he started nipping and licking at my inner wrist, and I felt myself slowly falling back as he kissed his way up my arm and latched onto my taut nipples. I clutched his dark head against me, threading my fingers through his thick hair, reveling in the hot pleasure of his mouth on my breasts. He gently tugged at one rosy peak with his teeth and I softly whimpered from the slight abrasion. I stared down at him, fascinated, as he released it abruptly, making my heavy, swollen breast bounce and quiver from the tension. It was such a small movement, but it made me feel so wanton. He gave my other nipple the same attention, doubling his efforts, until I was writhing against him.

Desperate to feel his naked flesh on mine, I pulled insistently on his broad shoulders and he chuckled at my impatience. He crushed me back into the mattress, and I moaned at the overwhelming contact of his heated skin. I rubbed my achingly sensitive breasts against his lightly furred chest, and I gasped when he growled and grabbed my searching hands, pinning them above my head.

“Do you like feeling vulnerable, sweetheart?” he asked, staring intently into my eyes. “Do you want me to touch you?” With his free hand, he stroked my soft belly and made his way down to the buttons on the side of my tight jean skirt. He toyed with them, waiting patiently for me to respond.

Swallowing thickly, I murmured, “Yes, please.” I arched up my bottom to help him quickly unbutton and yank off my restrictive skirt. Once I was laid bare to him, I realized that I was completely vulnerable except for my tiny pair of white cotton panties. I shivered in anticipation and a tiny frisson of fear of the unknown crept up my spine. I knew that he would stop if I said anything, yet it felt so dangerously sexy to be held down by him.

“Is your sweet little pussy mine to touch?” He slid his hand up between my thighs and I reflexively clamped them tightly together. A tiny cry escaped from my throat when he traced his finger up and down the seam of my pouting pussy lips. I knew he could feel the wetness of my arousal through the thin fabric.

“Yes, Mr. Cochran.”

He released my hands and eased my panties off of my hips, tossing them onto the floor. It felt natural to leave my hands above my head and I eagerly licked my lips when he quickly stripped off his jeans and black boxer briefs.

I could feel my cheeks blush as he spread my thighs and settled himself on top of me. It felt so surreal to see him lodged resolutely between my legs. There was no hiding from him in this position and all of my intimate secrets were laid bare to his intense gaze. As soon as his strong jaw brushed against my soft inner thighs, I whimpered at the feel of his rough stubble grazing my skin. With his thumbs, he gently pulled my tender folds apart and licked me hungrily with firm, long strokes. I moaned little mewling sounds deep in my throat, tightening my thighs around him, desperate to keep him there forever.

My mind went blank from the pleasure and I focused on nothing except the sensations from his tongue. He sucked gently on my throbbing little clit, making me cry out in ecstasy, lurching my pelvis rhythmically against his teasing mouth. He plunged a thick, blunt finger into my heated pussy and matched my thrusting hips. I was practically sobbing from pleasure and urged him on mindlessly.

“Please…” I cried. “Harder…more…please!” He added another thick finger, working my pussy mercilessly until my body was gripped in a tumultuous orgasm, my inner walls clutching hungrily at his fingers. I shivered as he lapped up all of my sweet nectar spilling from me. My body felt boneless as as I came down from my sensual high, my eyelids fluttering shut.

I felt him lean over me and he devoured my swollen mouth in a lusty kiss. I could taste my essence on his firm lips and I licked at the tangy sweetness until we were both moaning. He dipped his wet fingers into my mouth. I stared at him boldly as my swirling tongue sucked them clean of my juices. He growled and pinned me back down again as he settled his large frame over me.

I gasped at the feel of his heavy cock rubbing insistently at my sensitive folds. I could only stare up at him in a lustful daze as the thick head traced around the hot entrance of my sated pussy. His strong hands around my wrists only heightened my arousal; I felt so desirable. I was pinned beneath him with my hands held beside my head, but he kept his weight off of me so that I was still comfortable.

“Is your sweet little pussy mine to fuck, sweetheart?” His eyes glittered in the soft lamplight and his jaw was tight with barely restrained lust. His body trembled slightly from his exertions to keep control over himself and I marveled over the fact that I had inspired this aching arousal in him. Despite my vulnerable position, I reveled in my sexual power, knowing that every fiber of my being was ready to be claimed by this devastatingly gorgeous man.

“Yes, sir,” I moaned. I shut my eyes, eager to be swept away.

“No,” he murmured. “Open your eyes, Lynn. Watch me as I take you.” His hands tightened on my wrists and I complied, trembling in anticipation.

Our eyes locked and I gasped at the intensity of his gaze. He spread my thighs further apart with his own so that we were locked together. I cried out in shock when I felt him press against my untried flesh. His cock felt enormous and part of me wondered fleetingly if we would actually fit. He carefully pushed in another inch, and another, until I started to writhe against him to feed the flaming licks of arousal warming up in my lower belly.

“Make me yours, Mr. Cochran,” I sighed against his tense lips. With a harsh groan, he thrust his full length deep inside of my virginal pussy. Shocked, I bit back a tiny scream, my entire body tightening at the foreign invasion. He was overwhelming in his strength and masculine power and I felt stretched to my limit. I moaned at the pleasure pain, but he gave me time to accustom myself to his size, his brilliant blue eyes never leaving mine.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked, frowning down at me. I could see the slight sheen of sweat on his beautiful forehead as he held himself in rigid control.

“I…I think so, sir,” I whispered. I clenched my inner muscles experimentally around his cock and I felt my arousal growing stronger. He started taking me with shallow thrusts, and as the initial pain faded away, I ground myself against his strong body. He slanted his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply as he began to thrust harder and faster, his lean hips pumping steadily. Nothing that I had read or watched could have prepared me for this onslaught on my senses.

“Hook your legs around my waist,” he demanded. I eagerly complied, whimpering at the deeper penetration. I tugged my wrists from his iron grip and he released me instantly. As he braced his hands on either side of my shoulders, I stroked his muscular back, letting my fingernails gently score his flesh. Cupping his taut ass, I could feel his muscles flexing with each downward stroke deep inside of me. I dug my nails into his cheeks when he slipped his hand between us and stroked my tender clit. Those familiar sensations started coursing through me and I could feel myself at the precipice.

“Mr. Cochran!” I gasped. My hips undulated wildly beneath him as his swift thrusts grew more powerful. It felt like he was drilling me into the mattress from the force of his pistoning hips and I couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers rubbed me faster and faster as I sobbed beneath him, reveling in the silken friction of his thick cock.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He drove himself deeper as if he could batter down my tight walls and I clutched at him desperately, like he was an anchor during a violent storm. My entire being was consumed by him and the intense pleasure radiating throughout my body. He nipped at my sensitive earlobe, murmuring, “I’ll never let you leave my chambers now.”

“Oh, god!” I threw back my head and screamed when my orgasm finally hit me. My nails dug deeper into his hips, marking him as mine. My inner muscles contracted almost painfully onto his rigid shaft and my exhausted legs slid down as I lay sprawled beneath him.

All I could do was hold onto him as he surged faster and faster into me. His breathing was harsh against my neck as he finally groaned, unleashing hot jets of come deep inside me. I softly moaned at the erotic sensation as he rode out his climax, his chest heaving from his exertions. I could feel our combined fluids leaking out of me. With a final rough shudder, he collapsed on top of me, but bore most of his weight on his forearms. He gave me a leisurely kiss, grinning down at me.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“I…I know so, sir,” I smiled shyly.

Chuckling, he rolled onto his side and tucked me against his body. With a contented sigh, I snuggled into his warmth as he pulled the covers over us. His steady heartbeat was comforting as I fell into an exhausted sleep.

I woke up to the sound of rapid keystrokes. Stretching languidly, I peeked out from under the sheets. A naked Mr. Cochran sat at his desk, engrossed in his work and bathed in the harsh light of his laptop screen. His brow was slightly furrowed in concentration as his fingers flew over his keyboard.

I quietly rolled onto my back and let the covers fall over me again. I couldn’t stop grinning as I relived each glorious moment in my mind. My sore thighs were sticky and there was a dull, but not terribly uncomfortable ache in my lower belly. I felt exhilarated, but sated. It was done. I didn’t have to rely on my erotica anymore to get a taste of my fantasies. I pictured Mr. Cochran dressed as Lord Moreland and bit back a lusty little sigh.

I heard the laptop shut with a soft click and I held my breath in anticipation. His warm hand slowly dragged up my thigh, gently kneading my tight muscles. He dragged the covers away from my face when he heard my soft moans and I stared up into those piercing blue eyes once again.

“Hi,” he said, his lips curled in a teasing grin. “How are you feeling?” His hands worked their magic on my other thigh and I wanted to curl into him, like a drowsy kitten.