Men For Hire (5 page)

With her cheek, she eased his rod aside and ran her tongue over his hair-roughened balls.

David sputtered something unintelligible and clamped his hands on either side of her head, clearly wanting her to keep at the task.

Yes, sir.

Bree dragged her tongue over his boys, loving how plump and tight they were, verifying his passion. She licked both of them, loving the faint salty taste, then eased his right ball into her mouth.

A string of oaths burst from David, the coarse words sounding like a prayer of thanks. Wanting more, Bree suckled his nut gently as she also ran her fingers down the furrow between his cheeks, stopping at his anus.

He gasped and squirmed but didn’t pull away, giving her license to do what she willed. Delicately, she explored his tight opening, stroking and teasing it, driving him freaking wild.

Rough male sounds rushed from him, mingling with his tattered breaths.

Finished with his right ball, Bree drew his left into her mouth. His bawdy growl was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard, the way he gripped her head saying he adored this.

Bree gave him her all, loving his scent, requiring his heat as much as she did her next breath. Noises poured from her that she didn’t recognize, some feminine, many feral. Opting for naughty over nice, she released his ball and took his cock into her mouth.

He bellowed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She was going to do her bloody best. Bree opened her throat to take all of him in. It was an effort, but also a labor of love and lust. At last, the tip of her nose touched his hairy groin. She sighed.

David huffed out his breath. “No—enough. I want to come inside you.”

He sounded so frantic; Bree eased him from her mouth but didn’t quite release him, his crown still between her lips. Unable to resist, she tongued the back of it, his G-spot.

David pushed to his toes again and hollered, “Bloody fuck! I want in you!
Now.
”

Whoa, she’d really turned him on. Proud of herself, Bree grinned so widely, his cock slipped out of her mouth.

Head down and shoulders bunched, David heaved air for a moment, then shoved off his clothes and ditched his socks. Naked and unashamed, he looked at her as a Master would his sub, his expression saying playtime was over. “Now, you’re in for it.”

She lifted her chin. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He pulled Bree to her feet easily, his passion and strength barely contained. After turning her around, David bent her over the table, ass in the air.

Gawd.
Her breath spilled out on a yearning sigh as he lifted her dress and draped it across her waist to expose her ass.

Given David’s sharp intake of breath, he liked her black lacy thong. “Bad, bad girl.”

He had no idea, though Bree was willing to show him how down and dirty she could get, her arousal fueled by months of lust-filled fantasies. She smiled as he stroked the dainty edges of her thong, a scrap of lace and silk that barely covered her, but still seemed too restrictive for him.

David dragged that baby down, baring her completely. A throaty noise escaped him as he fondled her ass and spread her cheeks.

Bree was so turned on her cunt was practically dripping. David knew. He’d cupped her mound and stroked her slick folds. Dropping her head, she moaned in delight.

“Wider,” he ordered, pushing her legs apart with his feet. “Higher.” With one hand on the small of her back, he used the other to lift her ass until she’d presented it to him.

Never had Bree felt as vulnerable or as nude. Although her dress hid the front of her thighs, her naked nipples grazed the tablecloth and the mild breeze licked her damp cunt, telling her she was about to be used in the best way possible.

David edged closer, his legs touching hers. Leaning down, he kissed her spine and dipped his hand to her mound.

She started at his fingers glancing over her clit, the hard nub eager for his touch.

He didn’t rush, stroking it lightly, almost negligently before he ran his hand down the length of her cleft, bathing his fingers in her moisture, tracing the contours of her soft folds. Her breath whooshed out on a wanting sigh then stopped altogether as he thumbed her nub once, twice, three times. A riot of sensations barreled through Bree, stoking her desire to impossible levels, driving her fast and hard to the edge.

It had been so long—too long—since a man had finger-fucked her that one more stroke and Bree would be a goner.
Not yet, not yet, please.

David withdrew his hand.

Well, hell, she hadn’t wanted him to stop completely. She simply needed a little rest to draw this out, hopefully until tomorrow afternoon, that’s—

Her thoughts paused at the sound of cellophane tearing, him getting ready to mount her. He tossed the empty condom wrapper on the table, close to her arm, no doubt wanting her to see it.

Bree looked over and gave him a lewd grin, the universal sign of a woman who wants a man. God, did she ever when it came to him. Michelangelo’s
David
had nothing on this guy. Perfectly formed, handsome as hell, with a good heart and a sharp mind, David Shaw was the whole enchilada.

For tonight, he was hers.

Not rushing, he rolled the slick latex down his impressive length as though he enjoyed touching himself and showing off for her.

“You’re freaking gorgeous,” she breathed, properly impressed.

David’s smile was oddly shy, his cock not so much. Bree could have sworn it had grown a bit more. “Fuck me,” she murmured.
Fill me. Drive away my loneliness, at least for now.

His expression was devilish, the same as his wink. He got into position, his sheathed cock grazing the inside of her thigh, the rubber already warm from his body heat. With the confidence of a man who knew exactly what to do with a woman, David rested one hand on her hip and lifted his cock with the other. Bree felt the crown gliding past the inside of her thigh, no doubt headed for her pussy.

He swallowed audibly then sighed out his words, “Ready, luv?”

Well overdue. “Uh-huh. You?”

His answer was a quiet grunt as he entered her in one assured thrust, burying his cock to the hilt deep within her cunt.

Bree’s mouth sagged open at his shaft’s rigidity and bulk, stretching and owning her, making certain her sheath accommodate his size. Delighted, she squeezed her inner muscles around him.

David flexed his cock in response, his pleasure obvious. He eased back, pulling out of her until his rod was nearly free of her channel only to plunge back inside, his balls tapping Bree, their bodies fully joined once more.

Hot didn’t begin to describe the exquisite heat of her cunt. Tight was inadequate to convey how snug her pussy was. Overwhelmed with desire, David had to warn himself to keep a slow pace, not plough into her with the staggering passion that gripped him and wouldn’t let go. He might scare her. Hell, he was already frightened from emotions that continued to churn within him.

She’d stunned him at the door, looking like a high-fashion model in her dress and heels, her hair soft and shiny, lips glossy, eyes oh-so suggestive. Then there were her curves. David had always liked a plush ass on a woman. Bree’s was exceptional, her skin softer than kitten fur, her readiness for him humbling. She was ungodly wet, drenched with the same desire he felt.

Without thinking, he pumped harder, faster, only to chide himself and slow down.

She hauled in a full breath then panted it out. Lucky girl. He couldn’t seem to pull in any oxygen.

Maybe that’s why he’d forgotten the most important part of this … her pleasure. Slipping his hand across her waist and down her sweet belly, he reached her furry mound, those curls also chestnut. For some reason that pleased David greatly. After combing the dainty triangle with his fingers, he sought her clit. The small nub was hard as could be, sensitive too.

On his first stroke, Bree flinched. On his second, she moaned loud enough to disturb the people on the floor below. By his third stroke, he was pumping into her, their bodies smacking against each other, the sounds they made delightfully crude, brazen in the best way, because they could be themselves with each other. In David’s mind, that was the greatest gift a woman could give a man, along with moments like this.

He coordinated his thrusts and strokes to drive her from delight clear to rapture and beyond.

Bree’s heightened breathing said he was doing a good job. David needed to be the best she’d ever known. He toyed with her clit, rubbing then ignoring it to pull at her curls as she’d done with his.

Her whimper told him she wanted more.

In time. His cock’s slow, easy slide in and out of her cunt intensified the friction between them, building his lust, challenging his resolve to take this slow. Perspiration ran down his chest and into his eyes. Blinking it away, David gritted his teeth resolved to give Bree the ride of her life, show her she’d made the right choice in allowing him this privilege.

He abandoned her clit to squeeze her boobs. She grunted in obvious protest, no doubt wanting his hand between her legs again. Ignoring that for the moment, David plucked her nipples, making the long tips even harder, which finally drew a husky purr from her. Returning to her clit, he rubbed it quickly, firmly, not stopping this time as he also thrust harder and faster.

She went still as a statue then cried out an oath, her voice rising above the sudden blare of a horn on the street.

Grinning at her response, David pressed on, reciting legal precedents in his head to keep from blasting off. He wanted this to last. Clearly, Bree did too. She’d fisted her fingers in the tablecloth and kept shaking her head as though she didn’t want to come. Fighting the inevitable as he did.

Neither of them lasted long, though David was proud that Bree came seconds before he peaked, his orgasm hitting with the force of a speeding bus. His bellow mingled with her cries, both sounds thrilling. The roof seemed to shift beneath his feet, while his head was suddenly too heavy to keep up and his legs were about to give out.

Time to rest.

On an exhausted sigh, David leaned over Bree and snuggled close, liking that just fine.

Wow, just wow. He was perfect at making love too.

Holding back a squeal of delight, Bree laced her fingers through his and held on as David regained his strength. Although it took him very little time, he didn’t go at her again as she’d expected. Instead, he settled Bree on his lap and fed her half the pizza, taking the rest for himself in between sips of wine. Once both of them had replaced the fuel they’d burned and had a good buzz on from the booze, he unwrapped several chocolates, slipping one after of the other into her mouth.

“Wait,” she finally said, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s. “I think I have enough for now.”

David ran his finger over her bottom lip, making it tingle. “I thought you liked sweets.”

“I do.” She chewed quickly and swallowed even faster despite the exquisite taste. Reaching beneath herself, Bree stroked the head of his cock. “I like this better.”

He beamed. Hell, he pushed out his chest, proud as could be. “So you want more?”

Silly question. Bree kissed his smooth cheek and whispered in his ear. “What do you think?”

“Get dressed.”

That wasn’t the answer she’d expected. Bree eased back to see his face. “We’re leaving?”
You’re leaving? Already?

“Only the roof.”

Ah. Visions of her bed danced in Bree’s mind. “Race you.”

Bree won since she only had to cover her boobs and cunt then smooth down her skirt while he had to ditch the rubber, pull on his jeans then stuff his underwear and socks into his pockets. With his running shoes in one hand, he grabbed her wrist with the other. “Let’s go.”

Hmm. He was obviously on fire and didn’t need further stimulation. Even so, Bree wished she’d sprayed perfume on her bed earlier. Too late now. The second they were back in her apartment, she headed for the mattress, figuring clean sheets and her bod would have to do.

Bypassing both, David set up the fan and pointed it at the frame of her exerciser.

“Are you hoping the breeze bounces off the wall and hits us here?” she asked, gesturing to the bed.

“Not at all.” He removed his jeans.

Bree sagged against the bedframe, hand to her chest, struck dumb at his beauty in all this glorious light. There was a small mole on the inside of his thigh that she hadn’t noticed on the roof. His pelt was as dark as the hair on his head, his balls lightly furred, his legs wonderfully hairy too. Every part of him all man.

“You’re still wearing your dress,” he scolded then glanced around. “Where do you keep your scarves? You do have some, right?”

“Second drawer.” She pointed at the cabinet, her heart thumping in anticipation. “Why?”

“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”

Despite the light in here, Bree stripped quickly, her passion too overpowering to worry about her appearance. Leaving on her heels, she turned. David approached with four of her scarves, two in different shades of green, one red, one black, his gaze devouring her nudity.