Page 75 of The Plus One Professional

When he stood up straight, I splayed my hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the chair behind him in the entryway. He grinned as he sat down, appearing amused at me taking charge.

I’d always been self-conscious of my body, but standing in front of Cole wearing only a scrap of fabric and high heels, I’d never felt sexier or more feminine and empowered. Fueled by my newfound confidence, I lowered down onto my knees, and my hands settled on his strong thighs, which I was between.

My eyes remained locked with his as I leaned forward and licked the top of his erection, which was standing proudly at attention. After coating his crown with saliva, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Then, I leaned forward and rubbed his slippery, engorged tip against my right and then my left nipple. The muscles in his thighs twitched as he swelled in my grip. My fingers tightened and began to move up and down as I teased us both with the swollen head of his cock, rubbing it against my breasts.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he rasped as his jaw tightened.

I kept eye contact with him as I leaned down and sucked him into my mouth. My lips clamped down around his girth. His hands gripped the arms of the chair as I moved my head up and down, taking him as deep as I could while continuing to stroke him.

I was concentrating so hard on the task at hand that I gasped when I felt myself being lifted off the ground. He easily pulled me up by my shoulders and onto his lap, as if I weighed nothing. I wiped my wet lips with the back of my hand as he ripped open a condom. I had no clue when he’d grabbed the protection, but once it was on, his hands guided my hips up so my sex was hovering above his erection. My thighs were shaking from arousal, so I reached out and held onto his broad, muscular shoulders, anchoring myself. His arm moved our bodies as he took himself in his hand and guided his dick to the opening of my pulsing sex.

Tingles surged through me when I felt the pressure of his tip. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I lowered myself slowly. He sucked in a force of air through clenched teeth, and his hands flexed on my hips as he entered me. My body stretched out to accommodate him, and the sensation was the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.

I started to lift my hips, but he held me in place.

“I need a second,” he gritted out as he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose.

It was clear that he was holding on by a thin thread of control, which only made me want to snap it. Instead of moving my hips up and down, I began to roll them as I clenched my inner muscles, squeezing his erection.

His eyes flew open.

I continued to grind my hips as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his as I whispered, “Seconds up.”

When I moved back, the intensity in his eyes and the bad-boy crooked smile he wore told me I was going to get payback for my sins. And I couldn’t wait.

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My hands kneadedBailey’s ass as I guided her up and down in measured strokes. The tips of my fingers dug into her firm flesh as I watched myself disappear inside her body. Despite my color blindness, I’d always been a visual person. Watching her ride me skyrocketed me toward my release.

Trying to hold off, I closed my eyes, but that didn’t help. In my mind, I saw Bailey on her knees between my legs. The sight of her using my cock to tease her breasts would forever be burned into my memory. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. It had taken me by surprise, and I’d loved every second of it. I’d loved it almost too much. Before she’d started sucking me off, I’d already been ready to explode.

Thankfully, I’d held on to enjoy her taking me deep in her mouth, but not for long. I’d needed the real thing. I needed to be inside her body like I was now.

Her body sank onto me as her breasts hung inches from my face. Not able to resist, I sucked one nipple into my mouth. My tongue laved her beaded nub before my teeth sank into it. She gasped at the sting of the bite. Her back arched as her tight canal pulsed wildly around my shaft. She fisted her hands in my hair. The sting from my scalp shot straight to my groin, increasing the pressure that was building.

“That feels so good,” she whimpered as her inner walls spasmed. “You feel so good.”

I continued sucking her nipples into my mouth, licking and biting the tips. Her hands roamed over my head, shoulders, and neck.

As she rode me, I could feel her tight canal begin to milk me faster, and I knew that she was on the brink of coming. To help her along, I slid a hand between us and flicked the pad of my thumb across her swollen clit.

The second it made contact, her body clamped down on me, and her fingers fisted even tighter in my hair. Her thighs trembled as her release claimed her. She let out a soft cry as she collapsed against my chest, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. Her hips rolled against me, grinding seductively as she rode out her aftershocks.

I loved the feeling of her breath against my neck. I loved the weight of her body on my lap. I loved the soft brushing of her hair against my shoulder. I loved the touch of her hands as she explored me. I loved all of it. All of her. I loved being with her. Not just because our chemistry was so intense and the sex was so good. It was more than that. It was more than physical.

Her heart pounded wildly against my chest, and the beats lined up with my own. We were in perfect sync. We shared something that I’d never shared with anyone else. There was an intimacy, a connection, a bond that was indescribable yet so tangible I was surprised it wasn’t visible to the naked eye.

Once her body relaxed, I briefly considered asking her if she wanted me to take over but decided just to take matters into my own hands. Literally. I gripped her backside as I stood and took two large strides to cross the room while I was still inside of her.

I crawled onto the bed and laid her down gently on the mattress as I hovered above her. My forearms rested on either side of her head, caging her beneath me. Her eyes closed as I began to move in and out of her body. The friction of our intimate union caused an urgency to surge inside of me.

“Look at me,” I instructed roughly.

When her lids opened, I knew it was just in my head, but I saw the brilliant green color of her eyes. It wasn’t real, I knew that. Bailey hadn’t cured my damaged retinas. But something happened when I was with her. Something magical.

And she felt it, too. I didn’t need to hear her say it. I could feel it in the way she touched me. I saw it in the way she looked at me. I heard it in both her voice when she spoke and in the volume of our silence. It was in the air. It was all around us. It was an intangible tangible.

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