He bites his bottom lip and chews on it as he nods to his lap. “Sit.”
SIXTEEN
ARLO
Confidential — Personal Use Only
OBSERVATIONS:
I’m used to restraint, it’s become second nature, almost bled into my very being.
But with her, that restraint feels fragile, almost impossible to maintain.
“On you?” she asks, surprised.
“Yes. Straddle me. Now.” The urge to adjust my hard cock is real. It’s straining against my fucking pants, but I want her to believe she’s in control, at least for now. And then I can break her. Slowly but surely. Any other woman, I would have gladly broken already, but this one is different in more ways than one.
“Now, Cora,” I command, and she steps toward me until she’s standing between my legs and gazing down at me. Fuck! This woman really is beautiful. I wonder how red her neck will turn when I choke her.
“Why?” she asks as she positions herself over me. The urge to pull her closer is there, but I resist, keeping my arms stretched along the back of the couch. She moves ever so slowly as she lowers herself, and it’s not until her ass is finally in my lap that I thrust up just a little. Her hands have fallen to my chest, and her mouth is rounded in a perfect O.
“Use me,” I tell her.
Her brows pinch together as she stares at me. I lean forward and, before I can stop myself, press my mouth to hers. As I push my lips harder against hers, she pushes right back. I refuse to touch her, and it’s fucking hard to hold back. I grip the beads tightly in one hand and try my best not to give in to the urge to wrap them around her throat.
She opens her mouth ever so slightly, and my tongue slips inside. She moans, and it’s like soft, elegant music to my ears. And then she starts grinding, slowly at first. I push up as much as I can to thrust against her. She clutches her fists in my shirt and whimpers.
She wants this.
As much as I want her.
Somewhere during the kiss, the movement of her hips becomes frantic, and my cock fucking hurts with the need to be inside her. She picks up speed.
“How wet are you?” I question as I lightly kiss her lips.
She slides her hand between us, still rocking on top of me. I’m in a trance as I watch her fingers slip under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and then lower before she pulls them out and raises two of them to my mouth before pressing them between my lips.
If I were a sane man, right here and now would be where I would have lost it and taken her. But luckily for her, I’m a fucked-up man, and she’s only feeding that darker side of me.
Sucking on her fingers, I take in the taste of her. She’s delicious. Fucking decadent.
Then she’s unbuttoning her pajama shirt with her free hand and baring her breasts to me. After pulling her fingers from my mouth—I instantly miss the taste of her sweet cunt—she slides her hand around the back of my head, threading her fingers in my hair and shoving me forward until my mouth is on her breast.
“Arlo,” she whispers my name as I take her nipple into my mouth and bite it. She lets a soft scream fall from her lips as she comes, and it’s like fucking heaven. Cora, in front of me, completely undone, and I haven’t touched her once with my hands.
“Imagine what I can do to you when I can touch you,” I tell her as I kiss her nipple and suck on the upper curve of her breast, marking her.
“Did you just give me a hickey?” she asks in shock.
“I did.” I smile, and she pushes off of me. When she’s standing, her legs unsteady—the sight of which pleases me greatly—she looks pointedly down at my still-hard cock.
“I can help with that,” she offers.
I shake my head and stand, adjusting myself, and then reach for her shirt, pulling it open so I can see both tits. Magnificent.
“Good night, Cora. Thanks for letting me in.” And then I turn and stride out the door. My cock is as hard as ever, and the scent of her is all over me.
I’m not sure I’ll ever wash these clothes again.
