Page 15 of Take Me, Sir

Fuck me. I was definitely in over my head.

“But since we're not alone,” he continued, “I suppose I shall just have to be content with telling you that I haven't been able to stop thinking about how you felt wrapped around my cock. That it was your mouth and cunt I imagined every time I had to stroke myself to release in the shower this week.”

If he kept this up, I was fairly certain I'd come before we got to the apartment.

And then the doors dinged open on my floor, and we followed the couple into the hallway. His hand rested lightly on my hip as I punched in my key code to the door, but the moment we stepped inside, his grip tightened, and he spun me around. I caught my breath, surprised even though he'd told me what he was going to do.

My back hit the door, slamming it closed, and he buried his hands in my hair, leaned his body against mine, pinning me in place. His kiss was just as fierce as it had been outside, all tongue and teeth. It made my legs tremble, my skin hot.

I moaned as his lips moved across my jaw and down my neck. Then he was on his knees, pushing up my dress. I felt a slight sting as he ripped my panties off, but then his mouth was on me, and that was all I cared about.

He held me firm as he ran his tongue between my legs, bold strokes without any hesitation or gentleness. The part of me that was still riding high from the adrenaline of the game and the confrontation with Stanley didn't want Dean to be gentle. I wanted the man who'd told me what he wanted to do to me. I wanted it all. Needed it.

As heat and pleasure coiled inside me, it looked like I was getting exactly that. His lips circled my clit, and I moaned, digging my fingers into his hair. He sucked hard on that little bundle of nerves, making me push my hips closer to his mouth, eager for more. And he complied, increasing suction until it was almost painful.

“Please, Dean.” I pulled on his hair, and he raised his head, his mouth glistening with my arousal.

“Please, what, love?”

“Make me come. Fuck me. I don't care, just do one of them.”

One corner of his mouth quirked up, and his eyes locked on mine as he pushed his middle two fingers inside me. I let out a strange yelping sound, then swore as he twisted the long digits. He fucked me with short, almost brutal thrusts, not quite hurting me, but close enough that I rode the line between pain and pleasure until pleasure won out and I came.

My knees buckled, but he caught me before I hit the floor. He picked me up, carrying me over to the small love seat I'd purchased last year. Instead of laying me down on it, however, he set my feet back on the floor and bent me over the arm, flipping up my dress. My brain was still reeling, so I only half-registered the sound of a zipper and a wrapper tearing.

He buried himself inside me without warning or finesse, driving out a half-strangled cry. Not that there wasn't skill involved. It took a hell of a lot of skill to do what he was doing without hurting me in a bad way. The good way stretched me around him as he filled me over and over with hard, deep strokes.

“Come on, love, one more time before I go.”

I nodded, as if there was anything I could actually do to make it happen. I was having a hard enough time simply staying on my feet. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked him up to my apartment, but I wasn't going to complain, not with so many intense sensations coursing across my nerves, and pleasure coiling into something hot and tight low in my belly.

Without missing a single stroke, one hand slid around my hip to find my throbbing clit. I squeezed my eyes closed as he made brisk circles over and around it, each pass almost harsh, keeping me on that near-painful edge. It felt like every inch of my body was on fire, overly aware of each touch, feeling more than should've been possible. Every movement pushed me closer until I finally exploded. He followed me quickly, his body stiffening behind me.

We rested there, neither of us talking or moving as our breathing slowed. As I came down, I realized that we hadn't undressed at all. The only piece of clothing that'd been removed was my panties, and they were somewhere over by the door. I still had my shoes on, and I was pretty sure Dean hadn't even taken off his pants.

I tried not to be disappointed as he pulled out. I hadn't asked for the night. A quickie that had gotten me two orgasms wasn't anything to blow off. Besides, it'd done what I'd wanted and released a lot of the tension I'd been feeling. A long, hot bath, and I'd probably be able to sleep tonight after all.

Dean's hands were gentle as he helped me stand up, smoothing down my dress so I wasn't completely exposed. I looked up at him as he leaned down and brushed his lips across mine, his eyes glowing a rich, deep blue.

“Now that we've taken the edge off, we can go about things a bit slower.”

Oh.

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The night continuedto defy my expectations.

Even though I'd led the way through my apartment, showing Dean each room, I felt like I was following him. Once we'd reached my bedroom, there was no doubt as to who was in charge.

Which was why, ten minutes later, I was laying on my bed, hands gripping the headboard, legs spread wide, while Dean stared down at me like a kid in a candy store. A hungry kid.

And I was definitely the candy.

“Keep your hands on that headboard until I give you permission to let go,” he ordered. “I plan on fucking you one more time tonight, but not until you beg.”

One part of me wanted to resist, tell him that there was no way in hell that I'd be begging, but I knew it was all posturing. Having had him inside me twice hadn't been nearly enough to satisfy my appetite, and I was already willing to do almost anything to have it again.

Including telling him where my vibrator was when he asked. I'd had a guy once make a joke about fuzzy handcuffs, but not a single sexual experience of mine had included a guy using a toy, especially not one of mine. If I'd ever thought about it, I probably would've said that since I got enough use out of mine when I was alone, I'd never considered using it with someone else. Now, however, it looked like I was going to find out whether or not it would be worth using with another person.

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