Текст книги "Strictly Temporary Volume One"

Автор книги: Ella Fox

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I’M TOO SHOCKED BY the feral look in his eyes to move a muscle. When he stops in front of me he reaches out and fists one hand in my hair as the other settles on my ass. Pulling me in without a word, he covers my mouth with his own. There is no slow build up here. Instead he’s clearly set out to conquer me, and I have no desire to fight. Whether I want to admit it to him, or even to myself, I care and deep down I want him to belong to me.

I startle when my back meets a wall, then let out a groan when he starts moving his hand up my thigh.

“I thought about fucking you against this wall all night,” he says huskily.

Holy hell, I’m actually going to let him take me up against this wall.

Taking a breath for courage I nod and then blurt, “Then take me.”

I expect him to come back to kissing me, but instead he bends a bit and lifts me up into his arms before he starts walking toward my bedroom. “I’ll be damned if the first time we make love is in your goddamn hallway,” he says. “I’m going to taste and explore every perfect inch of your body, and we need a bed for that.”

When we get into my room he sets me down next to my bed. I shiver as he turns me around and runs his hands over the fabric of my dress until he finds the zipper on the side. As he pulls it down, I remember something important. Covering his hand, I let out a squeak. “Wait, don’t!”

He stops immediately but then spins me to face him. “What’s wrong?”

It’s actually embarrassingly hilarious, and I can’t help but laugh. I know that I am blushing furiously as I answer, “My boobs are taped into the dress. I just remembered that my skin could chafe off if you pulled the top down.”

Throwing his head back, he lets out a laugh. “I will never understand why you women do the most painful shit to yourselves all in the name of fashion or beauty. You rip the hair out of your legs and tape your tits into dresses. If someone tried to wax my legs or tape my nuts down, I’d go ape shit.”

I’m laughing as he grips my shoulders and guides me down so that I’m sitting on the bed. After turning on the bedside light he crouches down in front of me and runs his finger absently over my knee. “Is there a special technique for getting the tape off?”

“I’ll just go into the bathroom and take care of it myself. You don’t need to see that my boobs are quadruple taped into this dress. I know it’s not attractive to have to see all the crap that went into getting this look” I say with a laugh.

Reaching, up he cups my chin. “Every part of you is beautiful,” he says firmly, “And you never need to hide yourself from me. I see you, Arden, all of you. If you think a little tit tape is going to make me run, you’re not paying attention. Now tell me, is there anything you need to get the tape off without hurting yourself?”

Swallowing nervously, I shake my head. “I don’t think there’s anything to use to make it come off easier, at least not that I’ve ever heard of. Normally I just need to pull it off slowly and hope that it’s quick and painless.”

He grimaces as he nods his head and watches silently as I reach up to my back and undo the clasp that held the top part of my dress up. I can feel his eyes on me as I slowly start peeling the top of my dress down. I work the left side and then the right, sending up a silent thank you to the boob tape gods that the tape is peeling off fairly easily. It takes a few minutes but eventually I get it to come off without having ripped or chaffed any of my skin.

It hits me that I’m about to be naked in front of him for the first time and I feel my heart rate pick up. My thought is that the best way to handle this is just to get it over with.

“I’m going to stand up and just take the dress off,” I say shyly.

He growls as he stands up and looks down at me. “No, beautiful. I get to undress you.”

Covering my hands with his, he clasps the fabric of my top between his fingers and starts pulling it down. When my breasts spill out, he lets out a choked sound that causes me to look up worriedly. I’m not sure what I expect to find, but my already hard nipples harden even more when I see the look of raging lust on his face.

“Jesus fuck,” he rasps, “You’re stunning, baby. I’m going to fuck those tits and then cover them with my come.”

I let out a gasp at his words as a visual of what that would look like dances through my head.

Cupping my breasts in his hands, he rubs my nipples with his thumbs. “I want you to wear me and only me. I’m going to come on you everywhere,” he tells me. “There is no part of you that I won’t mark. You’re mine, beautiful.”

Looking into my eyes, he smiles. “Lie back so that we can get the rest of this off.”

The way his eyes are devouring me and the look of reverence in them is making me dizzy, so lying down is probably a good idea. Doing as he instructs, I lay back and then lick my lips nervously when he grasps either side of my dress and starts pulling it down. I lift my hips automatically when I need to and he rewards me with a smile. Bringing my dress the rest of the way down my legs, he pulls it off and tosses it aside.

His eyes rake over me slowly, almost as if he’s mapping every single inch of my skin. I can’t help but feel self-conscious about what he’s seeing. I’m not a model—I’m a normal woman with flaws. Shifting nervously, I gesture to the light. “Can you please turn that off?” I say shyly.

Eyes flying up to mine, he frowns. “Fuck no, woman! I’m never going to give up any chance to see you better. Baby, you’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever set eyes on and I don’t want to miss anything. I know what would make you feel better about having the lights on, though.”

I raise my eyebrow in silent question and I open my mouth to ask him what he means at the same moment he pulls his suit jacket off. Reaching into the inner pocket, he pulls out a few gold foil packets and shows them to me before setting them on my bedside table and tossing his jacket to the floor. I feel myself blushing furiously as it dawns on me that if he hadn’t thought to bring protection, this night would be ending quite abruptly when we got down to the most important part.

“I’ll always take care of you,” he says huskily.

“I can’t believe you carried those around all night,” I laugh nervously.

“I didn’t and that’s a good thing because if I had, things probably would’ve gotten out of control in Laz’s office. I bought a box the other day and put it in my glove compartment tonight, just in case.”

I’m more than thankful that he’s on point, and I can now admit to myself that I would be heartbroken if we’d been unable to make love. I want this—badly.

I never knew that watching as a man undresses could be such a turn on, but as he takes off his tie and begins to unbutton his shirt, my core is clenching with need.

Sliding his shirt off, he tosses it in the same direction he dropped his jacket. My eyes travel over his torso hungrily as I eat up the visual before me. This man is beautiful and so sexy that I can barely stand it.

I gulp nervously as he undoes his belt buckle and slides the belt out of the loops of his pants. Stepping closer to me, he surprises me as he runs the end of the belt softly from my collarbone down to the center of my panties and then onto my knee. I let out a choked sound as goose bumps rise on my skin.

“So responsive,” he says huskily.

After dropping the belt to the floor, he undoes the button of his pants and pulls the zipper down. There’s something so arousing about watching him undress that I have trouble swallowing. As his pants hit the floor and he kicks them aside, I feel my pulse kick up to hyper speed. I watch silently as he removes his socks before standing up straight so that I can see him. All that’s left covering him now is a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs and they aren’t doing anything to conceal the fact that he’s very aroused—and it looks like TMZ isn’t kidding when they refer to him as the writer with the big package.

Climbing onto the bed with me, he pulls me into his arms and immediately starts kissing me again. My body has a mind of its own as my legs spread wide and wrap around his waist while my fingers slide into his hair. He rubs himself against my soaked panties with a growl, and I let out a little mew of pleasure as I feel myself getting even wetter. He feels amazing on top of me, and I am incredibly turned on by being skin on skin with him almost entirely.

He kisses me passionately, both of us moaning at different times as we rub against each other. Cupping my ass in his hands, he takes control of moving me up and down against his hardness.

After ending our kiss, he slowly starts licking and biting a trail down my neck and collarbone to my right breast. His tongue laps at my skin greedily as I shift beneath him desperately in an attempt to get some relief. His tongue explores every inch of my breast—except my nipple, and I can barely contain my shock when I hear myself begging him to suck it.

“Use your tongue on it,” I beg brokenly. “I want to feel you.”

He complies and sucks my nipple into his mouth as he swirls his tongue over it again and again. Tilting my head back, I let out a silent scream.

When he starts trailing kisses over to my left breast I quiver with anticipation. I never knew that it could feel like this, never knew that I could want someone this much.

“These fucking tits,” he chokes out. “So perfect.”

He worships them with his tongue, teeth, lips and fingers as I write beneath him in exquisite agony. Lifting his head he says, “As good as your tits taste, I know that I’m never going to get enough of the taste of your pussy. The way your honey melted on my tongue in the car almost made me come in my pants like a damn teenager. One hit and I’m already an addict for it—and now I’m going to get it right from the source.”

I quiver when he slides a hand between us, trailing it down my stomach. Cupping his hand against my panty-covered mound, he lets out a groan. “I can feel your heat, beautiful. You’re so ready for me to take control and make you come again. Remembering the way you squeezed my fingers earlier is making my dick so goddamn hard.”

Gripping either side of my underwear in his hands he slides them down my legs. I groan when I glance down and see the look of pure lust on his face as he settles onto the bed. He spreads my legs with his shoulders as he stares down at my drenched sex.

“Christ, Arden,” he moans. “You’ve got the most beautiful cunt. Every damn inch of you is so fucking perfect.”

When he leans in and settles his nose against my mound, I forget to breathe.

“Mine,” he says rumbles from somewhere deep down in his throat.

Opening his mouth he blows softly up toward the top of my mound before rubbing his nose just above my throbbing clit. I’m unable to hold in my squeak of surprise and when he chuckles in response I both hear it and feel the vibration between my legs.

Before I can even take a breath, he begins gently rolling his tongue from my channel to my clit, back and forth. Of their own accord, my hands are now fisted in the sheet below me. Unable to hold still, I rock against his tongue as he continues his exploration.

“Oh,” I gasp as he adjusts position, lifting me up more and spreading my legs wider so that I’m more open to him. Stars appear behind my eyelids as he begins sliding his tongue in and out of my soaking pussy. I groan in annoyance when he removes the tongue, but the groan quickly changes to one of pleasure as he replaces it with a finger.

His tongue works my clit as his finger glides in and out and I can feel my juices mixing with his saliva to make me wetter. Briefly I wonder if I’m embarrassing myself by being this wet, but the growls and moans he’s letting out make it clear that he’s enjoying it all.

I thrill at the pornographic sound of him lapping at my super-sensitive clit. The sound of my own cries startles me because it’s never happened for me like this before. I’m a panting, moaning, ball of need and it’s all because of him.

“I love eating your pussy,” he growls. “I don’t want you wearing panties when we’re together ever again,” he says as his finger starts working inside of me faster. “I need access, beautiful. Anywhere, anytime, I need to be able to get to this sweet cunt and feast. Promise me, baby. No more panties.”

My head thrashes from side to side as I feel him making a come hither motion inside of me. I know he wants an answer but I’m too gone to form words. Reaching down I fist my hand in his hair and thrust against his face.

“Such a greedy pussy,” he says huskily as he fights the pressure and lifts his head. “But I’m not making you come until you tell me that this pussy belongs to me and you’ll let me have you as many times a day as I need you.”

“Yes, yes,” I chant my agreement as my hips roll and I try to get his mouth back on me.

“Yes, this pussy is mine?”

“Yes!”

“Any time I need my fix you’ll let me in?”

I can’t answer because he’s added another finger and he’s scissoring them inside of me.

“Look at me,” he commands as he stops moving his fingers.

Lifting my head, I look down at him frantically.

“I want you with me, Arden. No more fucking running. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Everything you have to give, I’m taking. I want it all. That means no more bullshit about who you belong to, and you accept that this is a real relationship. Do you admit it?”

It’s a weird thing to be looking between my legs, seeing his face and understanding that he’s serious. The truth is that he wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t have let him do any of this if I weren’t just as invested in him. Everything I’ve been telling myself about keeping a wall up has been nothing but bullshit.

“Yes,” I answer firmly. “I admit it.”

His relieved, “Finally,” melts my insides. After smiling at me he turns his attention back to my pussy. Immediately, his fingers start pumping in and out again and his tongue goes back to slow and steady licks.

Within two minutes I’m out of breath and frantically thrusting against his face as I feel my release bearing down on me. As he hones in on the top of my clit and sucks steadily, I burst into flames with a loud cry as my body shakes through my orgasm.

I assume that he’ll stop licking me and start fucking me now, but he doesn’t. Instead he spreads my pussy lips with his fingers and goes right back to making me crazy. I’m so sensitive from my orgasm that I can’t contain the whiny little, “Nooo,” that I let out. “I can’t come like that again,” I whimper.

Raising his head, he looks me in the eye and then licks his lips. “You’re going to come all over my tongue again, baby. When you’re finished shaking and screaming, I’m going to fill you with my cock and fuck you until you can’t feel anything but me for days. You’ll come again with me deep inside of you and when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to pull out and come on you. No spot that I won’t mark, baby, remember?”

“Uh-huh,” I squeak in the form of an answer.

What was I saying about not being able to come again? If he just keeps up the dirty talk I’ll come from that alone.

He’s more aggressive with his tongue now, exploring every last bit of me as his fingers begin thrusting faster and harder. Arching my back, I yell out as he starts rubbing that perfect spot inside of me.

“Oh God, Exton! Right there, right there, right there! Fuck!”

I come apart with a hoarse cry as my pussy clenches and unclenches against his fingers. I moan when he removes his fingers, my body still reeling with aftershocks. The sound of a foil wrapper tearing brings me back from my cloud and I sit up fast to see.

When I see his cock at attention in front of me, I lose my breath. Jesus, he’s hard, huge and glorious. Licking my lips, I stare at the head with fascination. I’ve never given a blowjob before but right now the only thing going through my head is my inner voice screaming I want that over and over. When my hand reaches out and grips his shaft, he and I both gasp at the same time.

It’s hot in my hand, and the choked groan that Exton lets out emboldens me. Leaning forward I stick out my tongue and circle the tip, letting out a moan of pleasure as his flavor spreads across my tongue. I never imagined myself caring about a man’s dick being near my mouth, but right now I want to make a meal of Exton Alexander’s perfect cock.

Opening my mouth, I suck the head in, wetting it with plenty of my saliva for lubrication. I tread carefully because I’ve never done this before, but now I want as much of his cock in my mouth as possible. He lets me explore, encouraging me with his sexy but ridiculously filthy words.

“Fuck baby, you look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”

And then, “Yeah, such a good little cocksucker. Just like that, Beautiful.”

The more he reacts, the more confident I feel. I open my mouth wide as I suck and work on his shaft, desperate to get him as deep in my mouth as possible. When I finally get his tip to hit the back of my throat I let out an involuntary gurgling noise and immediately pull off in embarrassment.

“Oh fuck, Arden,” he growls. “That fucking noise. I almost just came down your perfect throat.”

Looking up at him in surprise I ask, “Really?”

“Yes,” he says firmly. “I loved that fucking sound and I plan to enjoy it over and over again.”

Now I feel like a million bucks, so I lean in to take him back into my mouth. Setting his hands on my shoulders, Exton keeps me from moving.

“It’s time to get off your knees and get up onto the bed. As badly as I want you sucking my dick, I need to be in your pussy more. I need to fuck you.”

Even at a moment like this, he’s still a gentleman. Helping me up onto the bed, he gets me situated before he grabs the condom wrapper he already started to open and pulls it out. I watch, fascinated, as he sheaths himself. Seeing it like this I almost can’t believe I just had that thing in my mouth—he’s huge. For the first time, I have feelings of panic as I wonder if he’ll fit inside of me without pain.

Climbing onto the bed, he settles on top of me, his cock resting against my soaked mound. Rubbing back and forth, he murmurs something I don’t quite catch before covering my mouth with his and kissing me. My arms wrap around him and hold on tight as he thrusts against me and kisses me deeply, our tongues locked in a sexual duel that I know is going to end with amazing orgasms for us both.

Lifting his head, he stares down at me with the sexiest look I’ve ever seen. “Now,” he says, “I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me. Spread wide, baby. I’m going deep.”

When I feel him position himself at my entrance, all of my breath leaves me in a whoosh. Holding himself up with one arm, he uses the other to rub my clit as he slowly begins sliding inside of me, one incredible inch at a time.

I struggle to remember to breathe as my pussy adjusts to his girth and lets him in. I’m so full of him that I swear I can feel him in every cell of my body.

“So fucking tight,” he moans brokenly. “You’re everything, Arden. You’re so fucking perfect, so fucking mine.”

I let out a yell of wonder when I feel him sink all the way in, and my thighs clamp tightly at his sides as he tries to pull back. “No,” I whimper. “Stay inside of me. Just like this—always like this.”

Setting his forehead against mine he rasps, “Open your eyes. I need to see you.”

As soon as I do, I find myself lost in the cognac colored ecstasy of his gaze.

“That’s right, eyes on me. I fucking love when you look at me.”

I tighten around him as my pussy responds to his words and the heat of his gaze.

“I need to move now, Beautiful. Let me love you.”

Nodding my head in understanding, I let out a sharp sound of wonder as he pulls out halfway and then thrusts back in. My body surprises me by naturally knowing what to do even though I have no real experience. I meet him thrust for thrust as he powers into me, his cock hitting me just right on every forward stroke.

When he picks up speed and hits me deeper, I scream out his name.

“Yes,” he growls. “Fuck yes. Scream for me, Arden. Yell my fucking name!”

The harder he fucks me, the louder I yell. His balls slap against my ass over and over again as the mattress groans beneath us. Kissing me deep and hard, he starts thrusting faster and really pounding against me. I’m aware that I’m scratching his back, but I don’t care because I can’t stop.

When he pinches my clit between his fingers, I break the kiss and come with a scream. I’m still coming as he flips me over and maneuvers me onto my knees before slamming back inside of me. I call his name again and again as he fucks into me.

“Your tight cunt feels so good,” he says breathlessly from behind me.

Grabbing the iron bars of my bed, I push back to meet him thrust for thrust. If he wanted to stake his claim on me, he’s done it because in this moment I understand that I’ll never be the same.

Reaching around, he slides his hand between my legs and begins rubbing circles on my clit. “Come on my dick, Arden. Show me how much you love letting me in so deep.”

“Exton,” I cry. “Fuck me!”

“Always, beautiful. Always.”

As my orgasm breaks over me, I arch my back and silently scream as my entire body shakes. He keeps right on going, pulling every last possible bit of my orgasm out. By the time it’s done, I’m dripping with sweat and completely overwhelmed.

Pulling out of me he says, “Turn over.”

As soon as I do and he has me where he wants me, he rips the condom off and starts jerking his cock. “You’re fucking incredible,” he pants as he strokes hard and fast. “Never felt like this, never knew—”

When I lift my head and touch the head of his cock with my finger, he lets out an animalistic sound of pleasure and starts coming hotly against my stomach. “Fuck, Arden, fuck! Yes, fuck . . . yes.”

I never would’ve thought that watching a man come on me would be sexy. Not only is it sexy, it’s intimate. He was right, I feel marked.

Dropping onto the bed beside me, he kisses me gently as he rubs his come around on my skin.

Breaking the kiss, he adjusts us so that he’s holding me in his arms. Looking down into my eyes, he smiles.

“I love you wearing me,” he says possessively.

I’m so orgasm dumb that I can’t even respond with a coherent sentence. Instead I chuckle softly and curl into him. Within seconds I feel my eyes drifting shut and I enjoy my last few seconds of being awake as his fingers trail over my skin.