Page 67 of A Secret Chance
“I’ve waited a decade for this, Lauren,” he murmured into the skin of her thigh. “I’m not going to rush it.” He pushed down on her chest and she complied, relaxing her body flat onto the island, the arches of her feet at its edge, Baxter between her knees.
“Baxter, I can’t take any more teasing.” Her words came in gasps.
“What do you want?” He drew in so close between her legs that she could feel the button of his jeans, cold against her desire as he whispered in her ear.
“You’re going to make me ask for it?” she moaned. Even though Lauren wanted Baxter more than she’d ever wanted anything or anyone in her entire life, she was still a prude.
“Tell me what to do to you.” He nipped her earlobe.
Lauren’s face flushed; dirty talk had never been part of her repertoire. “I want you.”
“You can do better than that,” he growled. “I’ve heard that vocabulary of yours.” He kissed her neck and each breast again before continuing down the center of her body, her core a nuclear reactor ready for a meltdown. He paused between her legs. “Tell me, Lauren,” he said. His lips were so close they brushed against her, making her twitch involuntarily.
She rested herself on her elbows, her eyes meeting his as he gazed up from below. He flicked his tongue and her breath hitched. “Take off your pants,” she said. He kissed her, the warmth of his lips finally meeting her body and she moaned. His pants dropped to the floor with a dull thud, his manhood tenting out the fabric of his boxer briefs. “Those too.” She stretched out her leg and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs with her toes and tugged.
His cock thudded against his body as he complied, and he stepped out of his underwear. “Now what?”
Lauren knew that his cock was substantial, but the monster in front of her was bigger than she remembered. He put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrow at her. “I’m waiting,” he said.
“I want you to...” her voice trailed off.
“I’ve heard you in action, Miss Bunkman.” He trailed a finger down her thigh. “You own the courtroom.”
She met his gaze and held it. He was right, she was a powerful woman. If they were in the courtroom, she would have no problem ordering him around, and secretly getting off on wielding that kind of power. She hopped off the counter and dropped to her knees in front of him. She didn’t tease, she licked the tip of his cock and then grabbed his ass, pressing him into her mouth as far as she could. His legs were quivering, and she did it once more. She stood up and nipped at his lip this time.
“Go get a condom,” she ordered. He smiled and grabbed her by hand, leading her out of the kitchen. He broke out into a run and she giggled as they sprinted through the hallway of the mansion into the dark master bedroom. His hand fumbled around on the wall until he found the dimmer switch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he adjusted the lights to a soft glow. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her gently, his cock brushing against her body. She grabbed onto his wrist and pushed him away by his chest. “Brock,” her words were breathy. “I need you inside of me.” She stepped toward him, pushing him until the back of his legs was against the big four-poster bed. He grabbed her by the arms, spun her around and tossed her onto the silk duvet cover like she was a feather. Lauren writhed on the bed as he rolled on the condom. “Fuck me.” He sprang on top of her and paused at her opening, one eyebrow raised. “Now.” She managed to growl and smile at the same time. He smiled back and winked at her. She nudged him with the heel of her foot, and he groaned as he plunged into her. She dug her nails into his back and moaned as his hardness filled her. He started pumping slowly and rhythmically. She balled the bajillion thread count sheets in her fists, squeezed her eyes closed, and her breaths started coming faster mirroring his thrusts as he drew in and out of her. Her body started to tingle, and her toes curled so hard she thought her feet might cramp. She opened her eyes at the same time he opened his. He smiled at her, his body still moving, her leg hooked over his waist, and she smiled back.
He pulled out of her completely and kissed where his cock had just been. “It’s my turn to do what I want,” he said, a devilish look in his eyes.
“What do you want to do?” Lauren’s sweaty hands were still holding on to the sheets.
“Make you come,” he grinned.
Lauren moaned as Baxter buried his face between her legs, his tongue doing exactly what she wanted it to and when her legs started to quiver and she tried to pull away, he dug his hands into her ass and held her, continuing until the strongest wave of an orgasm Lauren had ever experienced washed over her entire body. “Oh, my god, Baxter,” she screamed. Her limbs tensed and a tingle surged from her core all the way to her fingertips. He kissed her thighs and her chest heaved as she panted, recovering from the pleasure that had just train wrecked her body.
He kissed her belly and ran his fingertip between her breasts, stopping to rest his hand on her racing heart. He kissed her neck. “Turn over,” he whispered into her ear. Lauren smiled and turned beneath him. Baxter interlaced his fingers with hers and let his body weight press her down into the firm mattress. He kissed the back of her neck as he slowly slid into her from behind. Even though it had only been momentary, her body had missed having him inside of her, and once he was there again, she felt complete, like the last missing piece to a puzzle had just been found. Baxter proceeded to make love to her tenderly and slowly, reaching his hand between her legs and making sure that when his body bucked against hers, that she was coming too. He moaned loudly at the same time as she screamed out his name. He pressed into her hard from behind, his cock twitching inside of her as he came. He collapsed on top of her and she smiled and nuzzled her face into one of the down pillows, his panting weight on her back welcome.
“I love seeing you smile.” He kissed her cheek.
“You can make me smile like that all night long.” The slightly sassy words sounded foreign coming out of her mouth, but good.
“Sounds like a challenge,” he said.
A challenge he completed three more times that night.
