Corden

My world comes to a halt as I stare at Carmen on her knees for me.

"Because when you inevitably make me come tonight, I want to make sure I moan the right name." Her sentence has been playing like a broken record for the past thirty seconds, but I still don't believe I heard her correctly. I've waited for this moment for a long fucking time, but she just broke things off with Archer. Is she doing this because she wants to get back at him for being such an ass? Selfishly, I'll gladly let her use me solely for revenge. If that's what she needs, I'll be her guy.

But the sliver of good left in me has me placing my hand on top of hers when she reaches for my belt. Confusion flickers in her eyes when I say, "If this is to get payback on Archer, there are other ways to do it."

She shakes her head. "It isn't to get back at him." I'm enraptured by her sexy little smirk when she works the buttons and the zipper of my dress pants. "You've made me feel alive since the second we met, Corden, and I'm tired of fighting it. I know what getting involved with you entails, but..." She gulps when my thick length bobs before her. "I can't find it in me to care anymore."

"Fuck." My eyes flick to the butler's kitchen door, where someone could walk in on us at any given second, but Carmen ignores my caution and wraps her hand around my cock, brushing a bead of liquid from the tip. Just the feel of her has my body shuddering with relief. "Hadari was certainly the correct stage name for you. You're dangerous as hell."

Because right now, with her innocently staring up at me, she could have anything she wanted. I wouldn't bat an eye when it comes to her, and I'm completely aware of the threat she is to this operation. I'm supposed to be level-headed and make rational decisions, and I've always had a handle on my emotions, but Carmen Abdullahi could have me eating out of the palm of her hands if she wanted, and she knows it.

My biggest fear is my enemy discovering that, too.

"Have you pictured me like this for you?" She asks. I'm speechless when she licks her thumb and swirls her tongue to gather the taste of me. Her eyes flutter shut like my arousal is a delicacy served on five-star menus, and it takes everything I have not to force myself into her mouth.

Carmen and I don't know each other well enough yet to have discussed our preferences for intimacy, but I'm not one to take the backseat. I love to be dominant and in control, and that's not to say it brings pain to any of my previous partners. There's a fine line between pain and pleasure, and I'd to experience it with Carmen if she's willing.

Tonight, I'll let her have this, if only because I can't bring myself to tell her to stop. Not when she flicks her tongue along my crown and presses her thighs together from my heated stare. My cock is pulsing in her hands, begging to be sucked. The patience in me is wearing thin, so I can't help it when I jut my hips towards her mouth. "I've pictured you in many different positions, Carmen. This was one of them, yes."

She tugs nervously on her lip. "Honestly? I've never sucked someone off who was this..."

I withhold my laughter, arching a brow while waiting for her to finish instead, but an answer never comes. She grabs the back of my thighs and takes me as far as she can, and the feeling is fucking otherworldly. A ragged moan escapes me, and my hands reach to wrap in her braids.

She gags on my cock before releasing me with a pop, annoyance flashing in her eyes. "Rule number one if we're doing this? Don't fuck up my hair. Understand?"

I move them to her nape instead, urging her mouth back onto my length. Carmen is a feisty woman who doesn't treat me like I'm some sort of god, so she's not like the women I'm used to hooking up with. The others would follow every command I set in stone. They'd worship me at my beck and call, but Carmen... I've never had a woman be in control, never thought I'd like it, but god damn is she sexy as hell ordering me around.

"You feel so fucking good," I hiss while pumping into her. "Eyes on me, Carmen. Look at me while I fuck your pretty fucking mouth." She moans with her lips wrapped around my cock. Her eyes are watering, but she's smiling, being stuffed full of me, and it awakens the savage side of myself I hoped to hide from her a little while longer, "You think this is funny?" I tilt my head to the side, holding her head in place while her nails dig into my thighs. Still, she squirms with need on the tiled floor, my dirty fucking girl. "Choke on me, Hadari. Fuck, yeah. That's it. God, you're gonna make me come."

Her eyes never leave mine. They're blazing with fire and lust as she continues to suck, her hand greedily trailing beneath my dress shirt to feel my stomach.

"Finger your cunt," I order. The tables have turned rather quickly, but Carmen doesn't seem opposed to my dominant nature. She accepts it instead with open arms, shifting her dress to sit around her thighs. It bothers the hell out of me that I can't see all of her when she sticks her hands beneath the fabric, but the sound of her wet pussy has me growing feral. She's soaked. "Look how fucking pretty you are with your mouth full of my cock."

A muffled moan sends vibrations to just the right spot, right to my balls, and I'm so fucking close that my thrusts become erratic. I move away from the counter to fuck her face just how I want, just how she wants if the sound of her slippery hand is any indication. She likes it rough, just like me, and since she's already got me wrapped around her finger, that added detail basically fucks me over for good. I'll never be the same after this, and neither will she.

"Fuck, yes. That's it. Come on those fucking fingers for me. Let me hear you." A strangled cry fills the room, muffled by my cock, and I'm hypnotized as I watch her legs shake against the tile. I'm filled with the sudden primal need to grab her hand and bring it to my mouth while I continue to fuck her mouth, sticking her fingers deep inside to taste her release, so that's exactly what I do. I hum in approval, her pupils blown as if she can't take her eyes away from the sight while my tongue dances across the pads of her fingers.

"Can't wait to fuck your pretty little holes with my tongue," I rasp. "You taste like heaven."

Fuck that piece of shit Archer for making her cry. He made her feel worthless, and the anger boiling beneath my skin is bound to unleash at some point, but now isn't the time or place. I'll put Archer in his place in due time, but right now, more important things are at stake. Like making sure this woman on her knees understands she's the most valued piece of treasure I've ever found.

I come with a shout, filling her mouth with months of pent-up release. I'm sensitive as fuck when she releases my cock, and I'm seconds from dragging her to her feet and fucking her senseless when she sticks her tongue out to show me it.

With her mouth full of my come, Carmen puts her mouth back on me and sucks me with it, my back bowing from the sheer ecstasy the sensation brings. Then, when she releases me and swallows it down, I'm dragging her to her feet and crushing her lips against mine. I slam her against the fridge, entwining my tongue with hers. The taste of myself is strong, but it only turns me on more knowing it's coming from her mouth. I rake her dress up and wrap her leg around my hip to rub my growing erection against her, my nails sinking into her delicious fucking ass while I abuse her neck with hickeys.

"Corden."

I'm seconds from fucking her against the fridge until there's a sense of wariness in her eyes. They dart to the door beside us, a strong reminder that we could be caught if someone pushes it open. "If you think fucking you in public will stop me, you're sorely mistaken."

"Fuck, that's hot," she whimpers. "But I'm worried about your mom finding us. If it were any other place, I wouldn't care..."

Well, nothing dampers the mood quite like the mention of Mom. I nod in understanding before I tuck myself back into my pants while she tugs her dress back down. Sweat and the scent of sex linger in the air around us, and when we're both cleaned up, staring at each other breathlessly, the energy is still crackling between us.

I'm not done with her yet.

"Where do we go from here?" She asks.

With my hand on her lower back, I guide her out of the butler's kitchen and bring my lips to her ear to whisper, "Now, we go back to my townhome where I can ravish you properly."