Page 18 of A Merry Invitation
Willow moved, the action pressing her ass right against his dick and Slay groaned. “Willow, baby.” He closed his eyes again, telling himself not to say what he wanted to say. Not to tell her that he wanted to bend her ass over that chair and fuck her until they both passed out.
“How does she stand it?” Willow asked as if she didn’t hear the complete and utter torture in his voice or feel his rock-hard dick poking her ass.
“She doesn’t fight it,” he replied and decided to give up on part of his personal fight as well. He placed his hands at her waist, then inched one up to cup her breast. “She lets go and lets the pleasure take control.”
Slay tweaked her nipple the same way the guy through the window did to that woman. Willow sucked in a breath and then moaned. “You like that, baby? You want me to play with your nipples like he’s doing to her?”
He held his breath as he waited for her answer. True, he’d just mimicked the man’s motions with Willow, but she had that damn sweater and bra on. So, it felt good, but feeling her bare skin, the tight bud of her nipple flush against his fingers, his tongue, would feel a hell of a lot better.
“Yessss,” she hissed the word and Slay almost jumped for joy.
He didn’t waste a second easing back enough so that he could reach for the hem of her sweater and pull it up and over her head. He let it drop to the floor and then immediately unhooked her bra. She eased those straps down her arms until the bra joined the sweater. Then he moved around to face her, staring into her passion-clouded eyes for a long moment before lowering his head to her breast. He gripped one in his hand squeezing until she gasped and licked the nipple of the other before closing his teeth over it.
“Shit! Slay!” she yelled and clapped her hands to the back of his head.
He fuckin’ loved when she did that. Holding him close as she fed him exactly what he wanted which at this moment was her breasts. They weren’t the oversized factory-made ones the woman on the other side of the window displayed. No, Willow had nice palm-size breasts, the kind that were still high and firm with nipples so dark and delicious he almost came in his pants just thinking about them.
Seconds later she was moaning again. “He’s got his fingers in her now and she can barely keep the other guy’s dick in her mouth because those fingers feel so good.”
Slay wondered if she was asking him to do the same. He should ask her or wait until she made herself perfectly clear but fuck it. He’d held up his end of the bargain by showing her what she wanted to see. Now, he desperately needed to feel her. To touch her everywhere, taste her, be inside her.
One hand slid down her torso until he stopped at the button of her jeggings. He undid that and slipped down the zipper before sliding his hand beneath the band of her panties. She parted her legs as if she’d definitely been waiting for him to do just this and his fingers quickly eased between her tender folds.
“Shit! Baby, you’re so hot, so ready.” He closed his eyes to the heated sweetness that surrounded his fingers as he moved them through her slit, while his other hand still kneaded her breast. His mouth was over her right nipple, tongue licking it between each word he spoke.
“This,” she started and then stopped to suck in a deep breath when he pressed two fingers deep inside her. “This…what you’re doing, Slay. It’s…it’s double the pleasure too.”
He didn’t pause, not thrusting his fingers into her or squeezing her breast, but he did glance up to see her staring down at him.
“You feel so good in both places,” she told him. “So, damn good.”
He got her meaning and agreed that he could give her just as much pleasure as two men could. He gave her a slow grin. “I got you, baby,” he said and then reluctantly eased his fingers from inside her.
He came to his full height and moved away from her then, touching the buttons on the control panel that closed the window and cut off the sound. Until they were in this room totally alone again.
“Take those pants off,” he told her as he removed his suit jacket, then worked quickly at his tie.
She didn’t reply, but did as he asked, going to the chair first, to sit down and remove her boots. He’d tossed his tie and was taking off his shirt by the time she’d stepped out of her jeggings and panties. “You are so damn beautiful,” he said and then reached for his belt buckle.
She came to him then, pushing his hands away as she made quick work of the belt, the button and zipper on his pants. When he’d prayed she would move a little faster to free his dick so he could be inside her, she eased down to a squatting position.
“Willow, baby,” he groaned for what felt like the billionth time. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
Her ass looked so damn good in this position, her knees spread wide, face just inches from his dick.
“I’m issuing my own invitation,” she said as she glanced up at him and then back down to untie and remove his shoes.
“What type of invitation?” he asked, but really, he would go anywhere, do anything, this woman asked of him in this moment.
She did push his pants and boxer briefs down then, pausing so his dick brushed her cheek before she glanced up at him again. “I’d like to invite you inside of me,” she told him and then touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his dick. “One more time.”
CHAPTER10
Willow was making a mistake, but damn if it wasn’t the best mistake she’d ever made in her life.
Slay hadn’t wasted a moment cupping his hands around her face as he whispered a gruff, “One more time,” in response to her invitation. And she hadn’t wasted a second wrapping her hand around that pretty ass dick she’d been thinking about earlier today. She closed her mouth over him, moaning at the manly taste that, combined with the scent of his cologne, had her senses on overload. This man was more than anything she’d ever imagined having in her life.
She wasn’t a stranger to men, but not this kind of man. Not this stunningly handsome, well-dressed, powerful, possessive man who oozed sex appeal from his very pores. The fact that he was bothered by her request to watch a menage hadn’t been lost on her. It had actually turned her on even more. Slay’s actions today were of a jealous man, a man who wanted her all to himself. It was weird as hell considering they barely knew each other. But then again, she felt like they actually did. They knew the things that made each other’s pulse rise, which pulled them together in this very odd and unconventional way. That seemed to be enough.
