Steven 7
I'm standing in front of a freshly orgasmed Connie Mahaswaren, watching her steady her breathing. I can still taste her on my lips and chin, that oddly sweet taste coating my tongue has me hard and ready to fuck her senseless.
Yeah. Hottest fucking experience I've had in a long time, if ever.
Her legs are still spread and her pussy is still leaking those addicting juices. Save for her black heels, she's completely naked. Her cheeks are slightly red and I chuckle under my breath. She looks up at me, still with that innocently sinful look in her eye.
"Come here," she whispers, her voice gone husky with arousal.
I'm not that far from her so I take a few steps closer, startled when she reaches for my belt and tugs me forward. She rests her face on my dick and it swells painfully in my pants.
He's always been a greedy bastard.
"We have time, it's your turn now." She starts pulling my shirt out of my pants and brushing her fingertips over my bare stomach, coming way too close to...
I try to step out of her reach but she has a firm hold on my belt, undoing the buckle with a few quick flicks of her fingers. My cock strains against my boxer briefs, ready for her attention, and within seconds she has the button undone and the zipper down, her slender fingers stroking, fondling my cock without bothering to take off my underwear.
"Connie..." I'm protesting but I don't know why. I definitely don't want her to stop. And it's erotic as hell, watching her sit in front of me naked while I'm mostly clothed, Connie's hand in my pants. If she doesn't stop, I might embarrass myself and come in my briefs.
She's still craving something, something I can give to her. Connie's eyes are half lidded and smoldering at me. A small grin sprouts on her lips when I throw my head back for a moment and let out a shuddering sigh.
"Take me out," I tell her. Her hand stills. "Take my cock out."
Without a word she jerks my underwear down and pulls out my cock, wrapping her fingers around me tight. I press my lips together, fascinated with the sight of her fingers on my erection, stroking, teasing, her thumb swirling around the head. She leans forward the slightest bit and drops a gentle but firm kiss on the very tip. I grunt at the touch of her pouty mouth, let out a hissing breath when she takes me between her lips and sucks hard.
And then it just gets worse. Or better. Not sure which way to look at it because with her lips on my cock, it's pure agony. Exquisite torture. She grips the base and licks the entire length, swirling her tongue around the head before she draws me completely into her mouth. I stand there on shaky legs, fascinated with the magnificence of her lips and tongue, surprised at her expert blow-job skills.
Because holy hell, is Connie Mahaswaren giving me one hell of a blow job.
I drop my hand on top of her head, thread my fingers into her hair and push it back. She glances up at me, her mouth full of cock, her big brown eyes wide and seeking approval. She pulls away as I settle my other hand on the side of her head so I'm gripping her, holding her. Wishing I could fuck her face and come down her throat, but I hold myself in check because she's needing some sort of approval. I can sense it. I can feel it.
"Keep going," I murmur, letting her hear the satisfaction in my voice. Her eyes light with desire. Not only does she like to watch, this girl likes words, too. And that just makes my cock twitch harder and drip more. "Don't stop, baby. Make me cum."
She hums with arousal and the vibration of her lips makes my hips buck with need. I can feel it, the burning, the want, the growing feeling of bliss tingling in my lower stomach. It's gonna be a big one.
"I'm gonna come," I warn her but she doesn't move away. Hell, I think she takes me even farther, and that's it. I suck in a sharp breath and let out a beastly groan, leaning over her so she can't see the glowing that overtakes my body. Her eyes are still closed as she swallows every drop like a pro. I can't help but be impressed.
Jesus. How long did that take? Not even five minutes? Any other moment I would've been embarrassed. I like to take my time and prolong things. Hell, even Connie has me all figured out in that respect.
But one touch of her lips on my dick and all I could think about was coming and how long I could hold off before I lost it.
Without a word I stuff my still hard dick back into my pants and zip up, tucking in my shirt as best I can. She remains seated on the couch, looking the tiniest bit uncomfortable as she dabs at her lips with her fingers, then wipes at her cheek.
I hold both my hands out to her, and she takes them so I can pull her into a standing position. With the heels on she's tall, but not as tall as me. I tilt her head up to look at me and smile. She looks as if she thinks she may have done something wrong.
"Amazing." I kiss her. A long, tongue-tangled kiss that has her sagging into me, all that pretty bared skin molded against my body. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close, my hands groping the smooth, plump skin of her ass as I kiss her thoroughly. I can taste myself on her lips, taste her there, too, and my cock springs to life, ready for more action. "I think we might have a few minutes to spare."
She laughs, a soft huff of sound that breathes over my lips. "I'd better go clean up first. I'm sure I look a mess."
"You're beautiful." I kiss her again. "And naked."
Unbelievably, her cheeks turn dark. "I should get dressed."
Connie reluctantly withdraws from my arms and goes to the spot where her underwear and dress lie on the floor. With hurried, efficient movements she puts on her bra, then grabs her dress, pulling it on over her shoulders and buttoning it up from the top down so I get another nice view of that ass. She's about to reach for her underwear when my cell starts ringing from where it sits on top of my desk.
She freezes, her gaze going wide. "Who could that be?"
Anyone. But I don't answer her. Instead, I dash over to my desk to see who's calling me. And I don't like the answer.
I bite back a groan. Fucking Lapis.
"No one," I tell Connie, hitting the ignore button and slipping the phone into my pants pocket. I turn to her, smirking. "Now, where were we?"
"We were getting me dressed so I can go back to work." She runs her hands down the front of her dress, then over her hair. She isn't as sleek and perfect as usual and I like it. Makes her appear more human, with the messed-up hair and the dreamy expression on her face. Her lips are swollen and the surge of pleasure that runs through me is potent. Undeniable. She looks that way because of me. And I feel like some sort of caveman who wants to tell the world I'm the asshole who put that I-just-got-fucked look on her face.
"I'm going to go ... wash up," she murmurs when I don't say anything.
The phone starts to ring again but I ignore it. I refuse to take a call from Lapis. I have better things to do, and I'm not giving Connie the chance to escape while I'm on the phone. "I should probably do the same."
She smiles shyly and I want to put my hands on her again. I want to play with her body. I want to fuck her silly. But we can't do that here. Not now, anyways.
We say our goodbyes, though I do pin her against the wall and give her one last breathtaking kiss. She moans into my mouth and I have to resist the urge to beg her to stay. She finally heads off, her walk a little less stiff than normal and I feel giddiness rising in my body as I grin stupidly.
I can smell her. Connie. The scent of her perfume and skin lingers in the air, also with the faint musky scent of sex. Closing my eyes, I let the back of my head thunk against the wood as everything that just happened sinks in.
Fucking crazy. More like fucking crazy amazing. The taste of her, her lips, watching her drag her tongue along my cock ...
Jesus, that had been hot.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, reluctant to see who the text is from. Knowing Lapis she's around the corner from my office, furiously typing away every bad name she can think to call me for not answering. Accusing me of what only the Diamonds know.
Or they would.
But it's from Connie.
Sorry I had to leave in such a rush.
I smile. Always polite.
It was Lapis calling, wasn't it? Did she stop by?
Surprisingly, no. I'm sure she's on her way, though.
She'll be angry with you.
She'll be nothing of the sort. She has no right to be. We aren't together anymore.
No reply for a while, so I push away from the door and settle in behind my desk, determined to get my mind off Connie and focus on the work that still needs to be done. I have a meeting to prepare for. Emails to answer, I'm sure.
But then my phone buzzes again and I practically leap for it to see Connie's response.
I still can't believe what we did.
Frowning, I ask,
In a good way or a bad way?
Good.
I smile. Then immediately frown. I need to stop acting like a lovesick fool. I'm above this. I'm just using her. This is all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
And that someone will be Connie, I guarantee it.
My cell rings and I pick it up, answering before the second ring can sound. The sound of Connie's voice twists up my insides.
"Tomorrow is the opening of the collaborative," she murmurs.
"I know." The executives at Crystal Clear put together a small collaboration between the company and a handful of up-and-coming bridal designers. The project has been in the works for almost two years and is only now being revealed. The idea bores me infinitely but as head of design, I have to be there.
"Are you going?"
"I am." I pause, savoring the sound of her breathing. Pathetic. "Are you?"
"Of course. My sister is going, too."
"Stevonnie?"
"Rose."
Ah. The hot-mess Mahaswaren sister. "That ought to be interesting."
She ignores my jab. "I'd like to ... get together with you tomorrow evening. Sometime during the party. What do you think?" I can hear her nervousness, feel it from over the line and I shake my head. Too easy.
What do I think? I'd give up a hell yeah, but I need to show some sort of restraint. "Is Connie interested in being a bad girl, sneaking off with me at the party?" I chide.
"I just ... I know I'm going to need something to... take the edge off?" Her voice falters over the last few words and I savor that sound. She's so shy, even though she showed no signs of it when I was fucking her mouth.
One encounter and she already needs me. I love this. Didn't realize how much I needed this. Reminds me of sitting on my throne, running off with different subjects to gain my pleasure, and then returning to my throne.
I lean back in my new throne, my office chair and turn toward the window, staring at the city spread out before me. I'm feeling good. On top of the damn world. I have Connie Mahaswaren in the palm of my hands. And I'm not about to let her go. "So an orgasm would help with that?"
She releases a shuddering breath. "Maybe."
Ah, now she's playing coy. "That could be arranged."
"Good." Her voice firms. "See you tomorrow night, then?"
"Yes. And Connie."
"Hmm?"
"Don't wear any panties. Tomorrow." I let the words linger in the air for a moment. "They'll be torn off if you forget, do you understand?"
She hangs up on me without another word, making me smile.
Making me anticipate tomorrow. Far more than I want to admit.
FUCK I HATE THIS CHAPTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR IT SUCKED!!! Oh, well. Sorry it wasn't as good as the last one but I'm starving and my baby is hungry. I must go feed him <3
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