Page 63 of Lust
Two days ago, I would have taken her up on the offer. But now, it stung. Her concession was covered with the stench of love, just not for me. The fists at my sides tightened, driven mad because Sara’s negotiations were all tied to saving another man.
“I agree to your terms, but only if you let me do what I wantbeforeSteve’s arrival. Right here. Right now.” I licked my bottom lip, hands shaking.
“Here? As in, in front of…” Sara glanced around nervously, her gaze landing on Tobias.
“That’s right. There’re no cameras, and we both know no one’s coming down here.”
“You agree to my no-sex policy?”
“As long as you satisfy me in other ways.”
Sara swallowed but voiced no more protests. She patiently waited while I resentfully took out my phone and texted Steve with instructions.
“We have thirty minutes until he gets here.” Thirty minutes to play. I nodded toward the wall next to me. “Put your back against that wall.”
We stood fifteen feet from Tobias’ unconscious body. It was far enough that he couldn’t witness us should he rouse, but close enough to disrespect him with what I had planned.
Sara’s eyes drifted toward him, and after a moment’s hesitation, she shocked me by conceding. Her footsteps were light as air, cognizant about drawing unwanted attention from dear Toby, who was out cold.
With her back to the wall, she pressed into it. My breathing was coming fast now. Hers, too, pushing her tits against the off-white sleeveless dress she wore today. It looked warm against her brown skin, reaching past her thighs.
My hands trembled as I moved closer. This was so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this with Tobias here. Sara loathed violence, and I had just beat the shit out of that cumbersome cop. The blood was still fresh on my hands.
If anything, I should be making it up to her after the pain I had caused thus far. She was the college kid, and I was the thirty-year-old congressman who should know better than to subject her to these kinds of things.
Only, my desire for this woman was so suffocating it was manifesting into a being of its own, melting my insides into Jell-O. I had this need to influence her with an experience that was unmatched. The same one that made me a god in the eyes of other women. If Sara was willing, I could compel her into the addiction that came with my body.
This was my opportunity to up the ante.
If our future relations continued to be out of body experiences for her, she’d soon forget all about precious Toby. In fact, I’d make her experience it right here in front of him.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Tobias’ horizontal body in the empty hallway. Satisfaction ran cold in my blood. Ideally, I’d like to fuck her over his corpse, but I guess I could settle for this in its place.
My hands shook as I gripped her waist to nuzzle her neck. She gasped, not having anticipated it when I sucked on her flesh and then wedged my thigh to part her legs.
Slowly, I knelt in front of her.
Sara looked down, perplexed, as I reached for the hem of her dress and peeled it until it was hiked around her waist. My concentration almost broke at the sight of her white thong. What I would do to rip it off and fuck her raw… I shook my head.
No. Concentrate.
This was about the long game.
I reached for her panties and moved the crotch to one side in search of her pussy lips, never having tasted her before. Yet, now, the need to suck and lick and feel her tremble against my tongue nearly overwhelmed me. With heavy breaths, I leaned forward and parted her lips with two fingers.
“What—oh my God.” Sara jolted in surprise.
God, I had never felt anyone with such tender pussy flesh before. She was so soft that the texture almost melted against my fingers.
A slight tremor vibrated through her body, along with another small shudder, when I ran my fingertips over her slit. I rubbed her clit, extracting a hiss out of Sara.
A growl tumbled out as I dove in for the first taste of her. “Fuck.” I groaned when her taste exploded onto my tongue. Sweet jasmine mixed with the perfect amount of sin. Nothing, absolutely nothing, on earth had tasted so fucking good.
“Oh my God.” She hadn’t meant to moan but was too lost to care.
The sound hit me right in my cock. My tongue lapped faster against her slick heat, running along her lips. She was wet, dripping, drenched, practically shaking. The visual of her arousal was as erotic as the feel of it. Despite herself, Sara parted her legs wider, allowing me more access. And before she could control her reaction, Sara pushed herself further into my face and ground ruthlessly against my tongue while her hands weaved into my hair to hold on for support.
I knew the moment her head had knocked back. The moment her body quivered uncontrollably as I began to eat her out, and the moment she started to clench in preparation for take-off.
