Page 11 of Fair Trade
I lean back on my elbows, giving him his first sight of me in my underwear. My size eight body is nowhere near as chiseled as his, but I do work out multiple times a week, and I know I have certain assets in my favor.
His eyes rove over me, and he seems pleased at the position I’ve taken.
He moves to climb over me when I lift my foot and press it square in the middle of his chest, stealing the breath right out of him.
His shock is quickly replaced by amusement as he drops the condoms on the bed and circles his hands on my ankle. Without needing direction, he undoes the clasp, removes my heel, and unceremoniously tosses it over his shoulder. I bite down on my smile.
He starts massaging the arch of my foot, anddamn. If he’s this good with his hands, I’m going to be in for one hell of a night.
I slip my foot out of his grasp and place my other heeled shoe on his chest. A bit harder than last time.
He shakes his head and lets out a short chuckle. One that threatens that I’ll pay for the move.
I sure hope so.
Once my heels are tossed in different directions, he stands before me, his thinly covered cock mere inches from my face. I can tell his restraint is on its last thread, so, of course, I push him further.
“Someone doesn’t know how to follow their own directions, it seems.” My arms go behind my back, and I unclasp my bra. I hold the cups against my chest as I slide each arm out of the straps. “You said you were going to fuck me right where I stood once you were naked.” I nod to his underwear, noting the small wet spot near the tip of his dick. “You planning on fucking me through that material? Because naked looks a little more like this.” I grab the middle of my bra and toss it.
The golden eyes I first admired at the bar now seem like dark pools of amber as he stares at my chest. His hand darts forward, and I think he’s finally going to unravel, but his hand cups my face instead.
For a moment I panic. It seems far too gentle for a situation like this. Way too intimate. I’m about to make another snarkyremark when his thumb brushes along my lower lip. Softly at first, but then with more pressure. So much so that I find myself opening my mouth to make room.
He slips his thumb in, and I suck. He slips it in deeper, pulling down and forcing my mouth to pop open. It’s a lewd gesture, the way he watches me with such dominance. “Keep running that mouth and I’ll have no choice but to fuck your face until you’re choking on my cock.”
Wetness pools between my thighs and my body hums in excitement. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I can’t wait a second longer to have this man.
I pull back and bite the tip of his thumb.
He smiles wickedly, and fuck me, it’s the sexiest look he’s given me thus far.
“All right, smart-mouth, enough bark. Now take out my cock.”
I don’t hesitate. I lean forward and give him my best doe-eyed look as my hands pull down on his underwear. By the time I’ve gotten it halfway down his thighs, I feel his cock bump against my cheek. I don’t miss the flash of unbridled lust in his eyes as I take him in for the first time.
He’s massive. I knew that already. But as I wrap my hands around his hardness, I realize how truly fucked I will be by the end of the night, because as I stack both hands around him and stroke, I know this is going to be a tight fit.
And this is exactly what I wanted. An ache that lasts throughout the weekend, reminding me of the delicious stretch he’s about to give me.
I lock my eyes on his as I lean forward and lick the drop of precum from his tip. His façade briefly cracks.
He closes his eyes and reinforces before shaking his head. “After. I need to be inside you. Now.”
He maneuvers around me fast, picking me up bridal style, only to toss me in the middle of the bed.
An embarrassing squeak escapes my lips. “I am not the kind of woman you can throw around in bed. I’m not exactly petite.”
He crawls on the bed toward me. “I can, and I just did.” He gently smacks the inside of my knee. “Open.”
“Say please.” I smirk.
He raises up on his knees and lets his hands roam over my stomach and up to my breasts. He weighs them in his palms, letting his thumbs brush over the pebbled peaks. My head lolls to the side as I hum pleasantly. That is, until he pinches them both. Hard. “Now.”
My legs drop open on either side of him instantly.
Just when I think I’m a step ahead, he turns the tables. I’m trying to keep my wits, but I’m quickly slipping. “P-panties off,” I mutter. He shakes his head, hands playing with my nipples. “I said off.”
He raises a bemused brow. “As you wish.”
