“Lie on your bed. Make sure your legs are bent.”
I walked to the bed on shaky legs and lied back. Slowly, I pulled my legs up, every part of me wanted to sit up, and wrapped my arms around them.
“Open them. Wide. I want to see all of you, Brenda.”
I shivered out of breath, pausing.
“I want to see what I’m doing to you.”
I heard the clink of his belt and the swish of his jeans hitting the floor.
“Open them and you’ll see what you’re doing to me.”
Like they were the magic words, I opened my legs and glanced up. He was standing in front of me. His hand was wrapped around his hard huge cock, perfectly still, and the sight was so erotic so overwhelming that my pussy clenched.
He stepped towards me and bent down, releasing his cock. He ran his hands down my thighs and his thumbs brushed the tops of them on the inside. So close to my pussy. So close. I closed my eyes.
There are several rules to a no-strings relationship.No getting to know each other. No dinner dates. No casual kisses or touches in public. And absolutely no cuddling after sex.I’ve always been okay with this. Even then, my rational mind said that I was okay with the way Ivan left after. After all, this was what I wanted. It fulfilled everything. There was no stickiness and my stupid and crazy desire for him could be stated.Or I could attempt to state it. I woke up more than once that night tangled in my sheets with a damning ache between my legs. My dreams were endless replays of last night, and his words seemed to echo through my dream world.Even that morning, six hours after waking up, I could remember the dreams as vividly as I remembered the real thing. Perhaps my dreams and my memory were merged into one, into something more intense and beyond reality.Or perhaps I was just thinking of that freaking crazy orgasm again.&ldquo
“Yeah, yeah.” I placed Old Jack’s pint in front of him and held out my hand. “Come on. Your tab is at the limit, and if you’re to be believed, you got paid on Friday.”He grinned, crow’s-feet appearing by his eyes, and dug into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and dumped Six Hundred Dollars on the bar top. “Here you go, darlin’. That’ll keep Donny off your back.”“Thank you.” I swept the bills up and rang it up on the register. “Now you’re clean again.”“Ready to start the next one,” he chuckled, taking a long drink from his pint.I rolled my eyes and walked to the middle of the bar to serve the people waiting. Friday nights were always hell, especially around late hours. Everyone’s done with dinner and they’ve decided that, instead of staying in their pretty, little restaurant, they’ll hit the bars.The sudden rush ease
I took a deep breath, making my chest heave. He didn’t touch me. His forearms rest against the door on either side of my head and his hips hovered just above mine. I still felt him—everywhere. His breath fanning across my lips. His thumbs flirting with my hair. His thigh brushing mine as he stepped forward.“You’re not the only one hiding things, Brenda. You’re not the only one who thinks they’re unable to hold down something for more than one night.” He breathed the words over my mouth, his lips millimeters from mine. “I want to understand you. I want to know why you’re pushing me away when it’s not really what you want.”I blinked at him. “What if I want to know yours, too?”Ivan dipped his head and kissed the tender spot below my ear. “I’ll tell you mine if you promise to tell me yours,” he whispered.“You first?”He nodded, pulling his he
I had butterflies. They were forceful, churning my stomach until I felt sick. I barely slept that night—my mind was full of contradictions over whether sticking this thing out with Ivan was the right thing to do. I went back and forward so many times that I was pretty sure I had mental whiplash.In the end, I decided that it was too late. I was done. I already agreed to see him tonight. I couldn’t back out for a second time. Besides, regardless of the numerous red flags waving like crazy in my mind, I wanted it.And in the end, that was all it came down to.My phone buzzed from between the sofa cushions. I dug it out and pulled up a text from Ivan.I saw Day’s pictures of you.And?And you should consider wearing that pink camisole tonight. And by consider, I mean put it on now.And the stockings?I’m not a fan of white. It’s too innocent. Tan ones. With thos
It was smooth and sleek, his accent crawled over me. When I looked up, it was into his eyes. Ivan took my hand and tugged me up. I flattened my free hand against his chest and met his eyes.“Hi.”The car rumbled away behind us, and Ivan’s lips quirked. “Hi.” He pulled me into the building after him. My heels clicked against the marble floor as we walked, and he glanced back at me more than once with heat in his eyes.The elevator ride was suffocating. The walls seemed to close in on us as we traveled upward. Anticipation swirled of what was to come. Excitement buzzed across my skin, affecting my whole body until I could feel my pulse thrumming at my neck.The doors opened slowly. Too slowly. It seemed like an hour passed until they were completely open, and I took a deep breathe when we stepped out. My fingers tingled where they were wrapped in Ivan’s, and I felt the loss immediately when we entered his apartment and he
He skimmed his hands down to my hips. With a firm grasp on them, he brushed his nose against the inside of my thigh, prompting me to open my legs slightly. I could feel his breath on one thigh, his cheek on the other, and the nudge of his nose by my panties.“You’re so wet already. I can smell you. I can see it. There’s a little damp patch on these panties.” He pulled them down my legs and guided my feet out of them.After taking back the same position, he urged me to open my legs wider. I did, thankful for his grip to balance me. My legs were trembling so hard that I didn’t think I could take a step without stumbling.He touched his tongue to me, running it lightly over my opening. “You like having your wrists tied, babe?”He licked me again and I let out a shuddery breath.“Answer the question.” He pulled back and nipped my butt.“Yes,” I moaned.“Good.” H
He grasped my hips yet again and slammed into me, his skin slapping against mine, and I cried out loudly. Each of his movements now was fast, hard, and relentless. The end goal—pleasure—was all that mattered at this moment.And in a swirling cloud of pressure and helplessness and heat, it consumed me. Body and soul, I gave myself over to the intense high rushing through my veins and caused me to tremble.When it subsided and I could think clearly again, I felt Ivan’s forehead against my lower back. He reached between us and undid the scarf around my wrists. My arms fell limply to my sides, and I crawled them up the bed and under my head. My breathing was heavy and his was the same.We’re both totally spent, so we lied here, he still buried inside me, and catched our breath.After a few minutes, he sat up and pulled out of me. “The bathroom is next door if you want to use it.”I nodded my head and pushed myself up
“You could at least let me put clean panties on before you come barging in here like you own the place.”My best friend looked at me like I was crazy. Well, maybe I am. I am wrapped in a Hello Kitty towel.“By all means, Brenda. Put some panties on. Never mind the rest of your damn clothes.” She rolled her eyes and sat on my sofa. “Never mind that we have, like, ten bridal stores to scour today to find your dress.”“Okay, Day. The bridal stores will still be there in an hour. It’s not like aliens are going to suddenly appear and beam them all up.”She shot me the kind of look that would crumble diamond and I smiled. Bitch didn’t bother me. I wiggled my fingers at her and pranced into my bedroom. I was just pulling a bra out of my drawer when she yelled at me.“I know you fucked him last night!”“Fucked who? My vibrator?”“Ivan.”I sn