Page 24 of Audacity

This assured young woman who has not put a foot wrong since we met yesterday, whose every word and gesture have been premeditated and purposeful and flawlessly delivered, has her hand clamped around my head, smashing my mouth against her cunt, her astounding body wracked with sobs, with shudders, as she rides out the mother of all orgasms against my tongue.

If I wasn’t already reeling, drunk on her scent, I would be now. I can feel her inner walls convulsing around my fingers as I work my tongue as roughly as I can against the slick button of her clit. It’s fucking soaking down here, her arousal coating my fingers and dripping down over my knuckles.

Even when I order her to make a mess, she’s an overachiever.

I groan against her flesh, lapping her up, drinking her in greedily as her orgasm ebbs away. My cock is an iron bar in my trousers, reducing my headspace to one single thought: it needs to replace my fingers, to push into that tight channel that’s so ridiculously, so thoroughly primed for me.

She loosens her grip on my head with a shaky, self-conscious little laugh that has me easing my mouth off her pussy and kissing her inner thigh before raising my head so I can take her in. She’s looking down at me, those huge hazel eyes glassy. Her hair and makeup are still immaculate but she looks softer, somehow. More vulnerable.

I ease myself gingerly to standing, my agonisingly hard dick jerking in outrage at the friction of my trousers against it. ‘You taste even sexier than you look,’ I say, sliding my hands under her jaw and tipping her face upwards, ‘and that’s saying something, believe me.’ After I’ve kissed her, fleetingly but sufficiently for her to taste herself on my lips, I help her off the stool.

‘Look,’ I say, pointing at the stool’s fabric seat as I band my other arm around the soft skin of her waist. ‘What a very messy girl you are.’

I’d love nothing more than to throw her on the bed and stay fully clothed as I rail her, but I’m conscious this is as much of an audition for me as it is for her. It’s only fair she sees the goods before she signs on the dotted line.

‘Undress me quickly so I can get inside you,’ I tell her instead. ‘I’m about to shoot my load after that.’ The look she shoots me is downright lascivious as she gets to work, unbuttoning my shirt with swift movements and tugging the tails out from my waistband. She makes quick work of it, and it’s off in a moment.

‘Let me take the edge off,’ she purrs, unbuckling my belt. ‘I’ll suck your dick now and then you can take your time fucking me.’

I groan, because my dick would like that very much. But I’ve obsessed about this over the past few days. ‘I told you I was a patient man. I’d very much like the first time you suck it to be when you start working for me. If you take the job, obviously.’

She gives a little moan. ‘Mmm, that’s hot. You can get me on my knees as soon as I walk in the door, for all I care.’She accompanies this by sliding her dainty little hand into my unzipped trousers and palming me through my boxers, andhooooly fuck. If I’m not inside her in the next thirty seconds I’ll die, I’ll actually expire, so I assist her by means of shoving my trousers down and hopping around as I clumsily wrench off my socks and shoes. My final move is to send my wallet, into which I’ve stuffed a few condoms, flying onto the bed.

When I’m standing straight again, she steps right up to me so she can run her lips and nose along the ridge of my shoulder before sliding her hand inside my boxers and wrapping it around my cock.

‘Fuck,’ she says against my skin.

‘On the bed,’ I growl.‘Now.’

She releases me. ‘How do you want me?’

Dear God.‘On your back, so I can see you.’

I lose the boxers as she trots over to the bed, arranging herself prettily on her back. I waste no time in climbing on and ranging over her. My dick may be pointing angrily at her, but I am a master of delayed gratification. And taking in the astonishing beauty of this naked woman lying splayed beneath me on the sumptuous white bedlinen is gratifying indeed.

She’s staring up at me, her eyes flickering from my face to my erection and back again, her expression playful and curious. I reach out and caress her breast, allowing my hand to skate downwards over the curves of her body until it rests on her hip. She is every lonely, starving fantasy I’ve ever tried to stifle throughout my years of pledged celibacy.

The male of the species is shown from the very first pages of Genesis to be pathetically ill-equipped to withstand temptation. This Eve, with her perfect body and entrancing eyes and silken tresses, is the ultimate seducer, and every glorious curve is as ripe, as decadent, as that forbidden fruit must have been to Adam.

As we gaze at each other she moves her leg, stroking the arch of her foot along my calf. ‘I’m not just saying this, but you are fucking gorgeous. You must have had women throwing themselves at you after Mass every day of the week. I know I would have.’

I laugh and reach back to grab her ankle. ‘The women of my parish had a healthy respect for the office of the priesthood.’

She wrinkles her sweet little nose. ‘Ugh. How revoltingly virtuous. And it’s their loss. Because I’m the one who’s got you naked. You going to show me what damage you can do with that thing? Or are you just going to make me stare at it all night?’

I shake my head as I release her ankle so I can reach for my wallet. She is a piece of work, and if I should be deluded enough to think for a moment I’ll be calling the shots with her, I suspect I’ll only have myself to blame for the fallout.

‘I’m absolutely not going to make you stare at it all night, no,’ I say as I rip open the foil of one condom and pinch the tip. ‘I’d far rather be buried deep inside you.’ I pause, grimacing as I roll the latex over my terrifyingly engorged crown. ‘But I’ve been looking forward to this moment, in a way, since Anton and Max sang your praises, so I’d like to savour the moment, if that’s okay with you.’

She’s not looking at my face. Instead, her eyes are glued to my dick as I sheath it. ‘If you’re asking whether I can wait a few more seconds until you unleash weeks of anticipation and years of tragic celibacy on my body then the answer is yes, I can certainly accommodate that.’

Despite myself, I grin. She’s funnier than I expected, which makes sense, because a person this smart would of course be witty. Besides, in this profession she presumably needs a decent sense of humour.

‘You’re very intense,’ she notes, cocking her head to one side. Her eyes have, amazingly enough, travelled back to my face. ‘I can’t wait to see if you’re this intense when you fuck.’

‘I absolutely am,’ I assure her as I wedge one arm under her and flip her over. She goes with a little squeal of surprise but scrambles to her knees like the pro she is.

‘You wanted intense,’ I say by way of explanation, and she makes a pleased humming sound.

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