He was dark to her light. Strong to her soft. And she could feel how much he wanted her in the restrained power of his body capturing hers.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He murmured the words, part whisper part growl in her ear, his gaze never leaving their reflection in the mirror.
Her eyes drifted closed, the honesty in his words too much for her to take, and he slid his hand up her throat to her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Every man in the room tonight is going to want you. But you belong to me.” He slid the hand gripping her waist between her legs, cupping her sex, taking the ache she felt deeper. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Right here. And you’re going to watch me take you. When another man looks at you, you’re going to still feel me inside you. Feel what my cock did to you.”
His words sent heat pooling low and tight in her belly and she knew he’d feel how wet she was through the thin strip of her panties. He moved the band of her panties out of the way and slid his fingers through her slick folds. Tracing her swollen clit with the tip of his finger, she bucked against his hand, wanting – no needing him to fuck her.
“Fuck, you’re wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” He growled the words along the delicate shell of her ear, tugging her earlobe with his teeth when she didn’t respond. “Answer me, Claire.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, sweetheart?”
“Yes, fuck me hard. Please God.” The aching need he built in her made her sag in his arms. His hands at her throat and her pussy were the only things holding her in place.
“Bend over for me.”
She took a wobbly step back on the impossibly high heels and bent at the waist, gripping the countertop and thrusting her ass toward him. She heard him take a deep breath, but before she could relish in the fact that he wasn’t immune to this thing between them, he slapped her ass and slid his fingers between her cheeks, toying with the thin strip of the thong.
“Soon I’m going to take your ass, too,” he said, tracing the tight ring of muscle with the tip of his finger.
She knew with absolute certainty that when he wanted to she’d let him. She wanted him to. She rocked back on her heels, opening for him, determined to meet his desire with hers.
He unfastened his belt and pants, freeing himself. She felt the silk covered steel length of his cock bump against her ass. Dragging the barely there panties out of the way, he thrust inside her pussy in one smooth long stroke, filling and stretching her tight channel.
Together they froze, overwhelmed by the incredible feeling of his body joining with hers. He kept his gaze locked on her face as she watched him yank down the cups of her strapless bra, spilling her breasts into his hands. He pinched her already tight nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs, and her eyes drifted shut with the exquisite pleasure and pain of his rough hands on her sensitive flesh.
“Look at me,” he commanded, slamming into her.
Her eyes flew open, and the breath caught in her throat as he thrust with long hard punishing strokes that touched every part of her.
“You look at me when you come,” he said, gritting his teeth as he moved inside her. “And tonight when those other men look at you, you remember this. Feeling this. My cock pounding your pussy.” He punctuated his words with the thrust of his hips and her breasts bounced with the impact as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place for him.
She was so close, every stroke driving her higher, every deliciously dirty word knocking down her barriers. Power, control, surrender arced and crackled between them as he drove her on with each brutal stroke of his cock. When he reached around her to rub hard fast circles over her swollen clit, the desire that had been coiling tighter snapped, spiraling out like a whip as the orgasm rolled over her.
Her mouth fell open, and her muscles tightened, clenching around his cock. She kept her eyes open and saw the moment when Luke lost control. His eyes went wild and hungry, and his thrusts took on a desperate erratic pace. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, anchoring her in place as he drove into her.
As he came his expression softened. For just a moment, he looked vulnerable, unmoored, and she thought she saw something more in his eyes than the lust that drew both of them together.
“Claire, fuck, Claire,” he said, pulling out.
It was only when his hot seed spilled on her ass that she realized he hadn’t bothered to wear a condom, and she hadn’t stopped to make him.
“HOW MANYOF them are there?” Luke asked, crawling around on the dressing room floor looking for diamond topped hair pins.
“I don’t know. Five maybe six,” Claire said, patting the back of her head before dropping to her knees beside him. “I’ll check over here.”
Luke looked up just in time to see her sweet ass covered with a thin strip of lace as she crawled on her hands and knees away from him and fuck it if his cock didn’t spring to attention again. Her butt was at face height right next to him. He could stretch out and bite it – put his teeth marks on the smooth creamy skin and lick into her wet core. At this rate, they’d miss the party and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t do that.
“Get up, Claire,” he said, gritting his teeth.
She looked over her shoulder at him and must have realized what she was showing him because she stood, tottering a little on her heels.
“Okay, but you’re going to have to explain to Andre what happened to the pins. I promised him I wouldn’t lose them.”
Christ, the woman never gave in. Even half naked and just fucked senseless, she still held her own against him.
