Page 10 of Fair Trade
But before I know it, all I can see is him.
He crowds me into one of the front doors, his eyes turned into dark coals. He steps into me, one of his thighs between mine, his hardness pressing into my stomach.
I swallow audibly as I try to even out my breathing.
Shit. This is really happening. I’m actually going to have sex with a stranger. And not just any stranger, but one who looks like he’s about to ruin me for all future men. I thought I would be more nervous, but I don’t really have time to overthink anything since all my mind can focus on is seeing this man naked as soon as possible.
He props one arm on the door above me and leans down so his eyes are level with mine.
“This is the time where you tell me what I want to hear.” His voice is a gravelly whisper, and I wonder if he can make me come on command with it.
It has me hypnotized, so lost in him that I don’t even try to filter my next words. “I’m all clear and I’m on birth control, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let you fuck me raw.”
He tenses above me, then a low growl vibrates from his chest as he brings his body flush against mine. “I meant your fucking name, but now… fuck.”
His lips crash against mine, and I almost buckle at the sensation. He shifts his stance so I’m practically straddling histhigh for support. His hand finds purchase on the back of my neck, and he angles us to his liking.
The feeling of being consumed has me opening for him, and he doesn’t hesitate for a second as his tongue slips against mine in a silent promise of what’s to come.
I don’t attempt to suppress my wanton moans, causing his grip to tighten, dominating every one of my senses.
I rock back and forth, my hands clutching his shirt in a death grip as the pressure builds deep inside me.
Yes, this is exactly what I need.
He tilts my head, breaking our kiss as he chuckles darkly. “Oh, sweetheart, as much as I love the feel of your hot cunt rubbing on my leg, getting you off is my job.” He takes a step back and slowly removes his suit jacket. Then he folds it over the back of a nearby chair. He continues speaking calmly, as if we’re talking about the weather. “Besides, the first time you come tonight will be on my cock.”
I sag against the door in a huff. God. The mouth on this man.
He unbuttons his shirt unhurriedly, and if it wasn’t for the massive tent in his pants, I would assume he wasn’t as affected as I am.
Once the shirt is off and carelessly tossed onto the ground, I have a front-row seat to the show that is his sculpted body. If he didn’t look so comfortable in a suit, I would guess he was an athlete of some sort, given that these muscles take time and maintenance to get to this level of perfection.
I continue to watch as his hands nimbly unlatch his belt, open the button of his pants, and pull down the zipper in a smooth, practiced dance.
I’m so enraptured by the way he moves that I’m slightly startled when he speaks. “If you’re partial to a bed, I suggest you get moving.” My eyebrows lift in surprise. “Because once I’m naked, I’m fucking you right where you stand.”
I’m frozen in place, replaying his words in my head. He can’t be serious.
The whipping noise his belt makes as it’s removed from his pants tells me he is, and my body goes into flight mode. I haul ass toward what I hope is the bedroom and am immediately relieved when I’m greeted by a massive California king.
I can faintly hear more ruffling of clothes and quickly decide I’m not going to get fucked in the dress I wore to a wake.
I bring down the side zipper and easily wiggle out of my black dress, thanking God I had the foresight to wear matching black underwear. It’s not fancy lingerie, but the panties are lace and the bra does wonders for my sizable breasts.
I sit on the edge of the bed and bend down to unbuckle the clasp on my heel.
I don’t even hear him enter the room before I hear him speak. “Time’s up.”
My head snaps up to see him standing before me in nothing but tight black boxer briefs, with multiple condom wrappers in his hand.
He slowly stalks toward me, and I use that time to remember who I am and what I like.
Tonight, I am not his plaything.
He is mine.
He doesn’t know my name, and we’ll never see each other again, so I decide to be bold.
