The Fight for Us (28 page)

It was a very calculated and conscious decision he’d made, and he’d made it for her benefit. She almost felt guilty, but she loved him too much for doing it to complain. But as she stood opposite him, waiting for him to toss her half of the fitted sheets they’d bought that day, she was very visibly shaking. She managed to get through the sheets without fainting, but when the quilt was out and she was helping him straighten it, she started panicking—really good panicking that left her practically dripping.

The quilt was an incredible cream and charcoal pinstripe. The simplicity was absolutely perfect, and she’d fallen in love with it for him instantly. The pinstripe reminded her of a man, reminded her of him in fact, and she couldn’t be entirely sure she hadn’t picked it out for her pleasure as much as his. Sadly, she was struggling to truly appreciate it at the moment, and when she glanced up at him, he smiled. He knew she was losing her mind.

He rounded the bed to her, and he pulled his shirt off over his head as he moved. He set about stripping her naked when he reached her. He removed her shirt and reached behind her unclasping her bra and pulling it off her arms. She used her toes to peel her socks off her feet as he undid the button at her waist and lowered her zipper, and when he pulled both her underwear and her pants down past her hips, he kneeled in front of her, kissing her stomach and trailing his mouth over to her hip bone. He toyed with it for a moment as he blindly reached down and helped her step out of her pants. He stood leaning down to kiss her.

“Get on the bed please.” He murmured against her lips.

She’d never met anyone who could make “please” sound less like a question and more like a seductive command than him. She looked up at him, and his eyes seared into hers as his jaw worked and tightened. She climbed onto the bed, sitting and pulling her knees up to her chest.

He chuckled. “Modesty has no place in this bedroom. How about you kneel with your legs apart, so I can see you?”

She swallowed over a nervous lump in her throat as she pushed herself up to kneel. She didn’t immediately part her knees, and he waited patiently for her to. There would be no hiding just how aroused she was if she parted them. It had been building since their lunch hours before, and now it was just plain lewd what was happening between her legs. When she slid her thighs apart, he swallowed harshly and a rush of breath left him.

However aroused he was though, he was slow and deliberate as he undid his pants and pushed them down his legs along with his underwear. She’d not questioned he was a generously proportioned man. She’d felt that distending breadth painfully as he invaded her in the boardroom. She’d also felt the weight of him in her hand, and her inability to close her fingers around that thickness as he thrust against her back had left an interesting question mark in her mind too. Not to mention it had inspired her to study her fingers in just that exact position a time or two since then just to help her visualize exactly what that size could look like.

But now, as his arousal sprang free, jutting up against his stomach as he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, she shuddered. He was rigid, and his stomach muscles clenched behind his cock as she stared. He stroked his hand over the shaft, and she watched, wanting to reach out and touch. His size was intimidating and perfectly proportioned to his tall and strong stature, and when he leaned down to her, capturing her lips with his, she reached out and ran her fingers over the bulbous head. He gasped even as he kissed, and she reached farther, trailing down the length of him.

He reached between her legs, brushing just one finger between the dripping wet lips of her sex. It was her turn to groan, and she did, just as his tongue pushed between her lips. By the time he stopped kissing her, she was impatient and ready to pounce, but he was the more deliberate kind, and she was starting to understand he called the shots—at least where the fuckery was involved.

“Lay on your stomach. Let me see that incredible ass of yours.”

She pulled her hand back from him, and after glancing quickly to his eyes, she crawled over onto her stomach, resting her head on one of his pillows with her arms up and folded under her cheek. The bed shifted as he climbed above her, and he rested his knees on either side of her thighs. The hairs on his legs prickled and teased her skin, and then his lips were on the back of her neck as he leaned down to her. Of course that’s not all she felt. The hard length of his dick was against her back too, and then his hand traveled slowly down from her shoulder.

His lips followed the descent of his hand, and his teeth nipped as she yelped and tensed at the pressure. It was an odd sensation, the soft touch of his palm followed by the more intense pressure of his teeth, and as he moved, her heart rate sped. He was inching his legs down along her body, and eventually, after more bites than she could recall, his legs were at her calves, his hands were on the cheeks of her bottom, and his mouth was sucking gentle kisses along her lower back just above the cleft of her bottom cheeks.

His mouth was suddenly gone, and his palms gripped her butt cheeks harshly, pulling them apart. She glanced back in surprise just to see him studying the intimate part of her body he’d just exposed. He looked up at her face as she watched him, and he winked. Then he blew a quick puff of breath right on that most private place. She gasped and shivered all at once, and then he released the pull of his hands. He wasn’t taking his eyes off hers, and as she held hers on him too, he leaned to one cheek. He clamped down on it with his teeth as she groaned. It was the most perfect pain-pleasure she’d ever felt, and she couldn’t seem to stop flooding with more wetness.

When he released her skin, he licked and kissed the sore spot. He soothed it until prickling warmth was spreading out from those nerves. “Roll over.” He pushed himself up, hovering over her body and giving her room to turn, and when she was lying on her back under him, he wedged his knee between hers, pushing them apart.

“Wider please.” He demanded, and lowered himself as she parted her legs.

His cock tickled against her stomach, and as he wedged his knees under her thighs, he sat back with his legs spread wide, holding hers even wider. His testicles were sitting heavy and large on the bed between his thighs, and he was stroking himself.

“I’m absolutely willing to forego your lips around my cock to get inside your body right now. But if you’re not ready, I’ll gladly torture us both some more. I’m guessing by the looks of it, you’re more than ready.” There was a glint in his eye, and he looked far too playful for such a serious man.

She nodded, but speech seemed to be just outside her reach as she looked at his hand traveling over the hard large length.

He chuckled, leaning to her mouth, but he stopped short, refusing to kiss her. “What is that nod saying? Yes, fuck me now? Or yes, more torture?”

She nodded again like an idiot, feeling his dick heavy against the slit of her sex. She was coating the underneath side of his cock as he rubbed gently against her wetness. He rolled his hips, brushing past her cleft, nearly stroking her clit but just far enough away to drive her insane.

“Say it,” he growled.

She gasped and panted as she willed her mouth to cooperate. “Fuck me.”

He let his cock trail lower, and then he reached down between her legs, guiding the head to her entry. He pushed, slipping through her cum, but he pulled back only barely dipping into her. He could make even this torturously arousing.

“Look at me.” His voice was husky, and as she looked back at him, he nudged again, sinking past her lips and penetrating her farther. “You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered.

She hissed as he pushed deeper, and that wet flesh he was referring to parted around his breadth, giving way under the steady and insistent pressure. He paused when he was only half-way in, and he lunged toward her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and moaning as he kissed. Her nails dug into his back, and his moan intensified as she gripped him. But as his hips eased back, pulling partially from her, she was the one that started moaning, and that moan turned to a whimper of desperation.

When he pushed forward, thrusting completely inside, she cried out, mewling through the pain and waiting for her muscles to calm and relax. He stilled, watching her, patiently waiting. She blew out a steadying breath through her mouth as her body loosened around him. She’d been in pain the first time they’d done this, but she’d gotten over it quickly as her arousal had stifled the hurt, and as he pulled back and plunged to her depths once more, the ache dulled and her nerves started to dance.

He ground himself harshly against her, seating his dick deeper than she’d ever felt a man, and the closeness of his body to hers let his skin tickle her clit as he rolled his hips over and over only pulling out slightly each time. It was stirring the ache in her womb, but innervating her release and letting it build as he continued to brush and rub against her tight bud of nerves.

When he suddenly pulled nearly completely from her, she shrieked in surprise, but then after he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, he thrust. The penetration was swift and deep, and he stilled only a moment before he started pounding. He sank fully into her, letting his testicles smack her bottom each time and then pulling nearly out before starting the whole fast, slamming pace all over again. Her body was being jolted forward each time he sank into her. Her release was building, but as soon as she thought she was near enough to touch it, he switched positions again, rolling them over and leaving her sitting on top of him with his dick in her gut.

He looked up at her, propping his hands behind his head as he watched her. He was waiting for her to move, leaving her in control just moments after he’d been the one running the show. He wasn't letting her get too comfortable or complacent in one place, and he was making her work like hell to come. He grinned at her as she rolled her hips tentatively against his groin, remaining upright. But as she felt the movement press against her clit, she hissed and started rocking harder against him. His breath caught in his throat as her speed quickened, and when she leaned down to him, now vigorously riding him, he leaned up, grabbing her tits and biting a nipple as she cried out.

He drove himself into her as she slammed down on him, but her movements were controlled, however vigorous they may be, to keep his mouth on her nipple. He released one of her breasts to grip her hip and still her movements. His other hand squeezed harder on her breast, holding her in place. Then he started thrusting, bouncing and jolting her forward again. He’d released his teeth and was sucking harshly on the peaked hard nub of her breast. She’d never in her life fucked or been fucked this thoroughly and soundly, and her head fell back as she stared at the wall behind the bed and let the sensation of his mouth on her breast and his dick plunging into her body take over.

All she could do was hold still, letting his hand on her hip and his other that gripped her breast keep her body exactly where he wanted her to be. His driving cock impaled her over and over in rapid succession as she was bounced forward and his mouth tugged against her nipple. When he finally released his mouth’s hold on her, he cursed loudly and instantly rolled her again, sitting back on his heels with his knees spread apart. He scooped his arm under her lower back, lifting her bottom as he fucked her. She was a rag doll with her shoulders and head lying on the bed, and he used her body from the waist down, driving into her powerfully.

His attention was glued to the spot where their bodies joined, and he put the palm of his free hand on her belly, letting his thumb brush over her clit. Her hands twisted in the sheets beside her, and her stomach muscles clenched so hard they rippled and twitched. With a deep penetration and the gentle stroke of his thumb across her nerves, she came, screeching and crying out as he continued to nearly leave her body before ramming back into her over and over. But as her cries turned to whimpers, he gasped and his neck tensed. He collapsed on her, attacking her mouth. As he kissed and plunged his tongue, his hips pistoned and filled her body with his cock as it distended and stretched her with every invasive move.

He came, growling into her mouth and practically yelling out in desperation as his lips still touched hers. He dropped his head to her shoulder, panting and gasping for breath. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, and she nuzzled into his neck, stroking his back gently. There was an ache deep inside her, and it was only now taking hold—now that the pleasure was subsiding, and when he pulled himself from her body, dropping to the bed beside her, she gritted her teeth hard against the pain. She rolled to face him, and he caught that pain on her face instantly.

“Fuck. I hurt you.” His brow was furrowed, and he pushed himself up to his elbow, looking down on her.

“I’m fine. Just give me a moment. And maybe an ice pack.” She chuckled, but the humor was lost on him.

“Fuck.” He muttered again, rolling from the bed and walking toward the master bathroom.

She didn’t like his tone, but she sure did like watching him walk away from her. She’d not seen him fully unclothed until tonight, and this was the first glimpse of his backside she’d gotten. He had strong, broad shoulders that tapered down to a lean waist and met his beautifully shaped ass. Those cheeks were made for gripping, and they ended with powerful and perfectly proportioned legs.

When he returned, she enjoyed that view just as much. She studied his body as he moved, ignoring the concerned, if not downright irritated, expression on his face. He wasn’t irritated with her; she didn’t question that. But he was certainly angry at himself, ridiculous as that was. He was carrying a washrag with him, and when he lay down beside her, he propped himself up on his elbow again, using his free hand to cup her sex with the cool, wet washrag. He delved between her lips, holding the soothing soft material to her sensitive skin, and she sighed and hummed.

“I’m sorry. That’s what two years of pent up sexual energy will get you—a rough quickie in the boardroom, multiple rounds of amazing foreplay, and then an overzealous fuck.”