Page 3 of Capitally Unexpected

“Why thank you, Clyde,” I say with a smirk, which only grows when she smiles up at me. “Now I believe I promised you something on this bed here. I try to keep my word, especially tomy partner in crime.” Accountability hasn’t always been my strong suit, but I’ve been working on myself these past eighteen months, so it almost doesn’t feel like a lie when the words leave my mouth.

She walks over to the bed, giving me the first view of the high cut of lace laying across her luscious ass cheeks. I think about how the color spread across her chest earlier and wonder how her ass would look tinged a little pink from my hand. With her permission, of course.

Clyde settles against the ample pillows scattered across the top of her bed. I follow her path, popping the button and pulling down the zipper on my jeans to provide my cock a little breathing room. Kneeling next to her on the bed, I take her mouth in another deep kiss before kissing my way down her body. I bite at her nipples through the lace, taking pleasure in how she arches her back and moans.

“So responsive,” I say against the lace and skin of her stomach before I bend each of her legs so her feet lie flat on the bed. Her knees part under my hands to make room for my broad shoulders. My fingers slip under the band of lace covering her pussy. The back of my knuckles brush against her wet slit.

“Well, that’s convenient,” I murmur, spotting the two clasps holding the the body suit together. Checking in with my weather girl, I make my intentions clear and wait for her nod before directing my eyes back at her center. Pulling apart the clasps, her pussy comes into view. I lean down to lick from her entrance to her clit, groaning at the taste.

“You sure do taste like sin, Clyde. No wonder you turned to a life of crime.” She giggles before threading her fingers through my hair. I take the hint and get to work.

Chapter

Three

Michelle

This isn’t my life. This must be something out of a dream, because there is no way this beautiful, tattooed man is between my legs, letting me call him Bonnie, and eating me like he’s trying to find the center of a Tootsie pop.

“Fuck,” I yell, my hips arching off the bed as he slaps my clit sharply before licking the sting away. If I were sleeping, the mix of pleasure and pain would have woken me up in an instant.

“Just making sure you’re still with me. You’re holding back on my sounds.” As if on cue, a noise I’m certain I’ve never made before rips from my throat while he twirls his tongue and angles his fingers in unison. “Better,” he says, chuckling darkly. The vibrations from his laugh thrum through my core.

I prop myself up on one elbow, wanting to commit the sight to memory. My other hand is tight in his hair, making sure he finishes what he started. He seems content to complete the mission or die trying. His painted arms hold down my legs as they threaten to squeeze against the pleasure. He adds one more finger to his thrusts before sucking my clit into his mouth withthe perfect pressure to tip me over the edge. My view goes hazy, and my arm gives out, my back meeting the bed. He continues to work me through the waves of pleasure. The fingers tangled in his hair loosen their grip once I come down to earth. The next second, I tighten them again to tug him away from my core, too sensitive to bear anymore. Bonnie moves away immediately, climbing up my body so his gaze meets mine. He groans and I glance down to see the tip of his cock peeking out above his boxer briefs, dragging along the lace covering my stomach. He shivers from the sensation. I want to make him shiver again.

“Hi,” he says, his eyes hot on mine as his tongue licks in a circle, tasting the proof of the most intense orgasm of my life from his lips.

“Hu—hi,” I huff out, still finding myself short on breath. It should be awkward, having a near stranger boxing me in, no words passing between us. Instead, I take comfort in our physical compatibility. To think of all those years I wasted believing I couldn’t remove the emotion from sex. I hadn’t tried hard enough. Not knowing their name! Can’t get less emotionally connected than that.

“So,” he says, still hovering over me. “Anything else on your to-do list this evening?” His voice carries a tone indicating I’m still completely in charge here. If I told him to leave, he would, facing the risk of an indecent exposure charge. I’m not sure he’s going to get that massive dick back into his pants without a little assistance or a lot of pain.

It hits me, along with leaving the ball in my court, he’s essentially been holding a plank over my body for at least a minute. I’d love to see what else his core strength can do.

“I can think of an item or two ... hundred we can accomplish before dawn,” I say, teasing my fingers up his bicep. Perceptive may as well be his middle name. He reads my mind and flips us over so I’m straddling his waist, his cock greeting the crack of my ass from this position.

“Item one is getting both of us a bit more naked,” I say,unsure who this one-night stand sex goddess is, but hoping she sticks around after the night is over. I pull the lace up over my head, unable to stop the groan as the texture slides over my nipples. His hands immediately move to cover the newly exposed skin, tweaking and massaging the hard peaks. “You’re distracting me from my goals,” I tease, leaning down to tangle my tongue with his before sliding further down his body.

I grip the waist of his underwear and jeans and, with a helpful tilt of his hips, yank them to his thighs in one motion. His cock slaps his stomach with the sudden removal of the restraining fabric. “I’m coming back for you,” I say as I work his jeans the rest of the way off, my eyes never leaving where his tip is dark and leaking. Keeping my promise, I circle my hand around his base, marveling at the gap between my fingers. We’re going to have to take this slow and steady.

I lean down and take as much of him as I can in my mouth. “Fuck, Clyde, I knew your mouth would feel like heaven,” Bonnie groans. His head tips back in the pillows while my hand shuttles up and down on the part of his cock my mouth can’t take. Remembering how much I liked the surprise of him slapping my clit, I move one hand down to cradle his balls, before pushing a finger against the skin below. His hips jerk up, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water as I pull off.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he breathes, reaching a hand down to cradle my cheek. “You caught me off guard there.”

“Note to self,” I say, wiping under my eyes with the corner of my comforter, smiling to let him know I’m okay. “Make sure you can swallow the sword before antagonizing the one feeding it to you.”

He laughs, a deep husky sound. It fills the emptiness left after a hard conversation with my boss earlier today. Who I amnotthinking about during this very out of character, casual hook up. The idea Bonnie’s laugh has any power over me feels dangerous.

“You okay?” he asks, the hand on my cheek moving to strokemy arm. This tips me off my demeanor change showed on the outside too.

“Yup,” I say, shaking my hair over my shoulder before leaning down, hovering over his cock once more. “Just preparing myself.” With that, I return to work, not trying any more surprise hand movements, but focusing on the basics. Bonnie doesn’t seem to have any complaints, the strain in his abs betraying the effort he’s putting in to not thrusting. His hand tangles in my hair as his eyes stay locked on where I’m taking him in and out of my mouth.

Right as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, on purpose this time, he yanks on my hair. My mouth pulls off with a pop, and his cock smacks his stomach once more.

“So-sorry,” he says, his hand reaching down to grip tightly around the base of his dick, his eyes scrunched tight trying to stop from coming. “That snuck up on me.”

I smirk. “So, you didn’t bring those condoms for decoration, then?” I nod toward the foil packets that appeared on the nightstand while I changed in the bathroom.

“They don’t really go with the rest of the aesthetic in your room, but I like to come prepared.”

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