Page 42 of OneTime Lovers
As if that wasn’t bad enough, he insisted on an intimate lunch, where he reminded me again how funny and entertaining he is, all the things I was attracted to before. Well … maybe not all the things.
Why can’t he go back to being bossy, cocky, and annoying? Lucky, I only need to get through this one last viewing.
Bending forward over the windowsill, I try to see the view of the park from this angle. Yes, I can even see the tops of the trees. I know from my visit to this apartment yesterday, the view is much better from outside on the terrace, but it’s too cold out there for me today.
I almost jump when I feel Scott’s hands on my hips, I didn’t even hear him walk back into the room. Looking up at the reflection in the window, his eyes capture mine in a heated, intense stare, clearly expressing his desire.
Oh my god, this is what I feared, his intimate touch on my body. I’m powerless to resist. All thoughts of keeping my distance, fly out of my head.
I don’t move or speak as I hold his reflected blue gaze and he takes another step closer to me, his hips aligning perfectly with mine. I can feel his hard erection pressed up against me and closing my eyes on a moan, I’m unable to resist the feel of his desire, pushing up against my ass.
His body bends over mine, so his mouth is close to my ear as he murmurs low, “Jas, I want you so badly.”
My body craves his touch too, there’s no point denying the fire coursing through my blood. I want him to fuck me, possess me like he did on the island.
Without responding, I place my hand over one of his and guide it down my side to the hem of my skirt. Understanding my intent, Scott takes over sliding his hand up underneath, while his other large hand reaches around to massage my breast through my silk shirt.
Another moan escapes unwillingly from my lips as the hand up my skirt snags on my lace panties and drags them down my body. His gravelly whisper breathes into my ear, “You won’t be needing these.” Then he tugs on my shirt to gain better access to my breasts, I feel a button ping off, so I reach up with one hand to quickly undo the remaining ones before I have none left.
With my shirt now open he reaches into my bra, scooping out my tits so he can pinch and pull on their peaks in the most erotic way. My pussy weeps as I finally find a thin panting voice to beg for more.
Pushing up the hem on my skirt so it bunches around my waist, giving him complete access, Scott strokes his hand down over my bare ass. Nudging my knees apart with his leg, so his hand can continue its journey to my inner thighs. I hear him groan as his fingers feel the slickness now coating my folds.
With both hands now back on my hips, my eyes startle open when I realize he is now on his knees, behind me. His face lined up with the gap between my ass cheeks. I’m fully exposed to his searing gaze, and I love it.
“Bend over further,” he demands in a voice barely recognizable, and I eagerly drop to resting my elbows on the windowsill, spreading my legs wider so he can ease the ache which is pulsing between my thighs.
“Your pussy is so fucking beautiful,” he says before his tongue is occupied, lapping at my juices. As he continues to feast on me, his finger slides into my heat. My inner walls already clamping tighter as I edge closer to an orgasm.
Adding a second, then third finger to fill me, he licks and sucks on my clit as my hips buck uncontrollably under the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through my body. Then, when I think I can’t take anymore, his fingers curl inside me and his mouth clamps down onto my nub. I explode in a flash of lights behind my tightly closed eyelids and a shout of release.
Before I can fully recover, Scott is back up standing, unzipping his jeans, then, with a crinkle of foil, putting on a condom. He pulls my hips roughly back toward him and I feel the tip of his shaft nudge at my entrance before he plunges into my still tight walls. The invasion finally fulfilling a deep-seeded need that had been building all day in me.
“That’s so ggg–ood,” I groan loudly.
“Fill me up, Scott,” I beg even louder as he begins to move, pumping harder and faster into my body. His hands gripping the flesh of my ass as he rises to his own climax.
“Come again for me, baby,” he gasps out as he jerks forward, pulsing deeper into my stretched body.
“Fuck–y-essss, yyyes, yes,” I shout as my back arches and my body convulses in another explosive orgasm. A final thrust and he is grunting out his own release as his hands dig deeper into my flesh.
Partially collapsing onto my back, his breathing still ragged, he pants out, “Jas, you wreck me.”
I’m glad it’s not only me who loses complete control when our bodies touch. I open my eyes and look at him through the window reflection again and his eyes now hold a hint of concern.
Scott eases away from my body and I stand up straight, rolling my skirt back down. He turns away, mumbling he’ll be back in a minute.
Well, that’s a minute I don’t have.
As soon as he’s disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom to dispose of the condom, I snatch up my bag and jacket, racing silently on my toes to the door. I need to leave.
Quietly closing the door behind me, I run as fast as I can in heels to the elevator, hitting the button several times, willing it to come before Scott realizes I’ve gone.
Thank God it does. When I’m safely inside, I finish buttoning up my shirt, tucking it back in and closing my jacket around me. I glance at my disheveled reflection in the smoky glass interior walls, quickly running my fingers through my hair in an attempt at respectable before stepping out.
Briefly stopping at the doorman’s front desk, I let him know that Scott is staying back to look around a bit longer and ask him to lock up when he leaves. Then, I’m back out on the sidewalk, covering the two blocks to my apartment as quickly as I can, aiming to put as much distance as possible between Scott and me. Thank God I live close by.
Minutes later, I rush through my front door into my own living room as if being chased by a pack of hounds. Lily looks up from the pile of work papers in her hand, mouth wide open. Not sure what to do next, I flop down onto the nearest chair, and try to catch my breath.
