Page 93 of That First Night
Avery’s phone ringing interrupts all the dirty thoughts I have of seeing Thomas later today.
“Hello?” she says into the phone. “Marc?” All of us look around to each other wondering why Marc is calling her on her day off. She takes a few steps away from us to have a conversation with him. She’s deep in conversation with him when a few minutes later we hear her curse under her breath. “No, I will not be your fake fucking fiancé. Are you drunk?” Kali and I gasp as she takes a long pause to listen to what he’s saying. “You fucking owe me the biggest raise of my life, Marcus.” And she hangs up on him abruptly before she glances at Kali and me. We stand there still as a board, eyes wide and jaws probably on the concrete.
“Looks like I’m coming to this shindig.”
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A knock on my door wakes me up from a deep sleep. I pull the covers off of my head and begin to rub my eyes as I try to adjust them to the light shining through the windows. I reach over the nightstand to light up my phone and see the time says 7:10 in the morning. I panic for a split second, thinking that I am late for work with James, but then I remember that he’s with Emiline. Thomas worked late last night trying to finalize some project that he and Marc are working on. I ended up falling asleep in my own bed reading a book. I groan as my head falls back to the pillow. “It’s fucking Saturday,” I mumble under my breath.
Another knock sounds at the door and I groan again in frustration as I throw the blankets off me, walk over to the door and swing it open.
My breath gets trapped in my lungs as I stare at Thomas leaning against the door. One hand rests on the top door frame and the other is tucked into the pocket of his blue suit pants. His gaze travels from the floor, up my body to my eyes.
I quickly run my fingers through my hair that probably looks like a bird's nest sitting on top of my head and I realize I’m only wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of panties.
“Well.” Thomas eyes me up and down while the corner of his lips pull up into a grin. “Can’t say I expected you to answer the door like this.”
“Can’t say I expected to be woken up before 8am on a Saturday.”
Thomas quickly pushes off the door frame and steps into my room, swinging the door shut behind him loud enough to rattle the walls. He spins me around quickly and my back crashes to the door and his arms cage me in. He leans in close and trails his nose from my collar bone up my neck before he lands on my ear. “What did I say about the back talk, Sunshine?”
“I can’t quite remember.” I smirk. “Remind me?”
A rumble erupts from deep in his chest at the same time his fingers find the hem of my panties. “I missed you last night. You looked comfortable when I got home and didn’t want to wake you up.” I feel his breath on the pulse pounding in my neck and my head instinctively tilts up for him. In one quick pull, he rips my panties off. The delicate fabric falls to the floor and his hand comes back to my center.
“What’s this?” He smirks. His eyes are now fixed on mine as his fingers explore the new soft landing of my pussy.
“I got a…” I stutter. “Kali and Avery took me for a waxing.”
“So. Fucking. Sexy.” He rasps as his fingers dip into my pussy in one swift move. “Already wet for me, baby?”
“Always,” I pant. “Always ready for you.”
His hands leave my pussy, and he unbuttons his work pants to push them to the ground. “I have to go to the office for a few hours today to finish this deal.” He pushes his boxer briefs down just as quickly as the words leave his mouth. “But I can’t go another minute without my cock being inside your tight, wet pussy.” His hand fists his cock and gives it a few strokes. It’s hard as steel within minutes of being this close to me. I was soaked the second I opened the door and saw him standing there, so I can’t judge the man.
My hand reaches down to take over and stroke him a few times.
“Then we better make it quick, Mr. Ford,” I add. I push myself off the wall to lean into him and press a kiss to his lips. It’s quick, but when I begin to pull away, he pushes me backwards with urgency. My back is up against the wall again as his one hand finds the back of my head and lifts it just the right amount to deepen our kiss while his other hand reaches behind my lower back. My hands grip his hard biceps and pull him closer to me. We couldn’t get any closer if we tried as our bodies melt together.
My legs instinctively lift to wrap around his waist, and he lifts me up like a feather. I reach down to line his hard cock up to my center and with one plunge, he’s deep inside of me.
“Fuck, I love when you call me that,” he growls as he begins to thrust in and out of me. “I can never get enough of this pussy, Peyton.”
My hands are wrapped around his neck as I tighten my legs around him and he thrusts harder and harder. “Thomas,” I choke out as he fucks me hard against the wall. “Oh my God.”
“I’m not going to work until you come on my dick a minimum of two times, baby.”
“Fuckkk,” I draw out as he picks up the pace. My hands claw at his back still covered by his suit jacket. His words are causing me to inch closer and closer to my orgasm. I never knew I was someone who likes the dirty talk, but coming from Thomas, I fucking love it. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, you fucking are,” he growls. “Now.”
At his words, my orgasm courses through my body. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably and I’m thankful that he’s holding me up right now, because if he wasn't, I would, without a doubt, melt into a puddle on the floor. A string of curse words comes out of me, and I scream his name over and over again.
Once I come down from that, he places me on the ground. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.” I do as he demands. I place my hands on the wall and spread my legs to allow him access from behind. “That’s my girl,” he praises before he drives into me quickly from behind.
His hands grip my shoulders as his hips pick up the pace, fucking me hard and raw from behind. There’s something so animalistic about this right now. It’s not awantto fuck me, it’s aneedto be inside of me. A need to feel me. To feel the closeness.
Giving him what he wants, I press my hips into him without warning and I hear him gasp before letting out a ‘fuck’ under his breath. He stills his movements with his cock buried deep into my pussy. He’s giving himself a minute, but I am using this time to drive him wild. I slowly grind my ass against him, not allowing him the time to regroup. “Baby,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “You like my cock deep inside of you, huh?”
