Page 6 of A Merry Invitation
She looked like sex with her legs still spread open, dress hiked up around her waist, titties just about bursting out of the tempting ass plunge-opening in the dress. Her braids were pulled up tonight into some kind of neat bun with one left dangling at each of her ears. She looked like a goddess, an irresistible and fuckable goddess.
After retrieving a condom, Slay pushed his wallet back into his jacket pocket, then shrugged out of the jacket, letting it land on the floor. He reached a hand into his boxers and freed his dick, watching as her gaze lowered to him.
“You want this dick?” he asked as he opened the packet and sheathed himself.
Her fingers gripped the material of the dress bunched at her waist as her tongue slid over her bottom lip. “Mmmmhmmm,” she moaned, bringing her gaze up slowly to meet his. “Now, please.”
With a quick chuckle he stepped between her legs again. “Oh, we’re being polite now, too.”
When he was close enough, she reached out, wrapped an arm around his neck and hooked a leg around his waist. “Stop talking and fuck me, Slay.”
He’d never been one to follow directions, preferring to take the lead with his women, but nothing about his interactions with Willow had been like anything he’d ever experienced. Not from the way he’d been so entranced by her on that stage, to the moment he’d decided he needed to be inside her, to now, when his dick was just a breath away from her opening.
He thrust into her so fast she arched and gasped, tossing her head back, her mouth wide open. He reached up and pushed both slashes of that dress that covered her breasts to the side, until cinnamon brown nipples popped into view. Cupping each in his hand—a perfect fit that had him hissing as he closed his fingers around them—he pulled out and pushed back into her matching the speed of his heart slamming into his chest. His lips peeled back from his teeth as he grunted and began pounding into her, keeping her breasts in his hands, kneading them, then pulling taut nipples between his fingers. He squeezed them until she cursed and brought her head down to lock gazes with him.
They watched each other, her hands going to his shoulders, teeth scraping over her lower lip while he pounded into her. Those braids at the side of her face, shifted back and forth, brushing over her collarbone. His dick moved in and out of her, the slapping sound of their bodies meeting echoing around the room. She was so wet and so hot, his thighs trembled, hips continued the quick rhythm that seemed to hold them both in the claws of euphoria.
She was meeting his thrusts, slamming her hips forward to greet him, wrapping her legs around his waist to hold him close. His forehead bunched as gut-wrenching groans fell from his lips. “So good,” he mumbled. “So fuckin’ good.”
He hadn’t doubted it would be and yet his words managed to sound as incredulous as he felt surrounded by her warmth.
“Uhhhhh.” Her mouth hung open again as she shook her head like she couldn’t believe this shit either. “Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!!” she yelled and bucked against him.
Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders; legs tightened like a vice around him as she finally closed her eyes again teeth clenching as her climax ripped through her. Had he ever seen anything as beautiful as the face he was staring into now? Ever felt like he could watch her come over and over again and never get enough. Long dark lashes pressed against the lighter hue of her skin, that pert nose, high cheekbones and the blissful look that washed over her face even as her teeth continued to clench tightly, was breathtaking.
He leaned in and touched his lips to hers again, scraping his tongue along her teeth until they parted to let him inside. He kissed her deeply, while still easing his dick in and out of her at a controlled pace now while she continued to ride the wave of her climax. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth, stroking, mingling, dancing with hers in a way that seemed to say this wasn’t over. It couldn’t be over.
Moving his hands down to grip her hips now, he pulled away from her mouth only long enough to give them both a quick breath, before he was kissing her again. Stroking her as deeply with his dick as he was with his tongue, creating a slow seductive stride that had her moaning into his mouth and his body trembling all over. Yeah, fuckin’ trembling. This woman had him trembling.
And in what seemed like hours later—but was actually endless minutes of him gliding through the wettest heat, the tightest walls and softest thighs—he gasped, his lips hoovering over hers. His spine tingled, legs shook where he stood between hers and his eyes closed, dick pulsating while he emptied his release into that condom.
CHAPTER5
What the entire hell was this?
Was she really straddling Slay Turner on the backseat of his charcoal gray SUV, grinding her bare pussy against his hard dick?
Why hell yes, she absolutely was! And she was lovin’ that shit almost more than she loved to sing.
Sure, his dick was covered now. Safely tucked into his black boxer briefs and the tuxedo pants he’d zipped and buttoned before easing her down off that dressing room table. With deft hands he’d straightened her dress—re-adjusting the material over her titties and then pushed it down over her legs once more. When he was finished, he grabbed his tuxedo jacket and an overcoat from a chair across the room and then took her by the hand.
“C’mon,” he said.
And her dick-struck ass had followed without a word. Her thighs had still burned, pussy still leaked from the delicious mess he’d made of keeping her wet and satisfied. Big Sexy had been standing right outside the dressing room door and she’d prayed she didn’t look as embarrassed as she felt knowing the guy had probably definitely heard every thrust and moan that had been going on in that room. It didn’t matter because he paid her zero attention as he walked them down a darker hallway and ushered them into a smaller elevator than she’d been in before.
Minutes later, her coat seemed to come from nowhere as Slay eased one of her arms and then the other into it. He tucked her purse in one of her hands, then grasped the other one and led her out into the chilly evening. At some point he’d slipped on his jacket and overcoat. The SUV was parked at the curb and Big Sexy walked in front of them while another bulky man seemed to appear and moved behind them until Slay was helping her into the back of the truck.
He’d climbed in behind her and seconds after the vehicle had pulled away, he’d reached for her, yanked her onto his lap and put his mouth on hers again.
Yeah, again, because it seemed like they couldn’t stop kissing now. Like their mouths somehow called to the other, needed that contact like each of them needed to breathe. Their tongues meshed and mingled together in a sensual dance, with long fluid kisses like the kind a couple falling deep in love indulged in. But they certainly weren’t that. Slay had said one time, one night, and those terms had been just fine with her.
It had been eight months since the last time she’d had a male-induced orgasm. Max—her dildo—didn’t count. Max was good in a pinch and he’d taken the edge off the sexual tension that tended to build pretty quickly in her stressful ass life, but that medium-thick sex toy had absolutely nothing against Slay’s long thick veined dick. A pretty as hell dick that had held her mesmerized the moment he’d revealed it. She’d been like a drug addict waiting those moments for him to sheath his length and press it into her—fingers clenching, mouthwatering. And when he was inside of her, she’d melted, her walls locking him in as she rode each glorious wave of pleasure he produced until she’d simply exploded.
Now, he was rubbing that enticing dick against her bare pussy, because, yeah, while he’d been fixing her dress, he’d slid her panties down her legs and stuffed them into his pocket. “You won’t need these anymore tonight,” he’d said in a rough voice that had her pussy jumping all over again.
His hands gripped chunks of her healthy ass now, pressing her further into him as he sucked her tongue. Her hands were at the back of his head again, running down the smoothness of his tapered sides and back. She’d already ran them over the waves on top of his head, the strong line of his jaw and his neck. She liked holding him like this, keeping his mouth locked to hers as she fell into another one of those mind-numbing kisses he offered.
She had no idea where they were going but desperately wanted them to get there before she reached between them and freed the dick that was teasing the hell out of her at this moment.
