Bayou Rouges: Dirty Part 11

At his harsh yell she complied, rolling the lace thong down her legs and stepping out of it. His dark eyes flashed with reflected light. He was still fully clothed, but she stood before him, naked except for her pumps, and as his eyes took in her naked form she felt desired. That desire turned into a liquid heat as she zeroed in on the bulge growing down his thigh. He gripped himself, p.r.o.nouncing his thickness all the more as the denim hugged around the bulge. "d.a.m.n, woman! You need to sort this out-you've got me in quite a state."

Her mouth filled with saliva-she was beyond ready for him. She licked her lips in antic.i.p.ation and he growled as he walked toward her.

Dropping to his knees before her had his nose at the apex of her thighs. She felt his whispered breath across her lips as he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, seemingly delighting in her scent. "You smell like l.u.s.t. Is that for me?"

"Mmm." She moaned.

"Answer me."

"Yes, all for you," she managed to squeak out around her heightened senses.

She felt his fingers skimming her thigh before he slid them into the fold between her legs. "You're f.u.c.king soaked. How long have you been this way?"

"Since I saw your muscles bunching as you took out the trash at the cheese shop."

"f.u.c.k!" His middle finger entered her and she felt her muscle greedily clamp around his digit. "d.a.m.n." He continued for a few more thrusts before he removed his finger and brought it to his lips, his eyes intent on hers as he looked up from his position between her legs. He traced his bottom lip with her wetness, leaving the flesh there glistening. With his tongue he lapped at the moisture, moaning in what sounded a lot like he'd just enjoyed the first bite of a savory meal. "Taste yourself." She sucked his middle finger, swiping her tongue around and exploring the flavor.

His tongue swirled at her c.l.i.toris and she felt her knees buckle, his arms on her hips held her in place. She rested her hands on his shoulders to keep her standing balance. She adjusted her legs to allow him to get deeper-She was so wanton, but he was amazing! His fingers left her right hip and traced along her seam-and then he was inside of her, thrusting in and out as his tongue swirled over her sensitive knot. When he entered a second finger and curled them inside of her she shut her eyes tight.

"Oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d!"

"Are you going to come Court?" He mumbled against her sensitized flesh.

"Mmm."

"Answer me."

His voice vibrated through her as he sucked her c.l.i.toris between his lips. "Yes! Sawyer, G.o.d!" She was gone, thrusting her hips toward his mouth and curling her fingers tightly into his hair, she pulled him as close as she could get him to her core.

As she regained her consciousness she felt his hands release her. Her eyes were closed, but she still felt his warmth so she knew he was near.

"Open your blue eyes." His whispered breath in her face had her slowly returning to earth. When she finally was able to open her eyes he was standing before her, looking down into her eyes with his simmering browns. His hands caressed her jaw before he bent to kiss her deeply, sharing her taste.

Their tongues slid against one another and she tasted the s.e.x on his breath and excitement curled in her belly. She wanted him again-what a s.l.u.t she was! But G.o.d he was skilled at this. Whatever this was because she knew this wasn't s.e.x. No. She'd had s.e.x before. This was wrong, this was consuming, this was pleasure, this was dirty. But there was nothing-absolutely nothing, including the second coming of Christ-that would have her leaving his caress. Like she'd said, this was wrong and she'd pay for it in the confessional, but for now she'd let her body enjoy his.

Suddenly his consuming kiss ended on a growl and he lifted her, carrying her to the conference table. He set her on the edge and stepped between her legs, and then he started in on the buckle of his belt. Wanting to get a look at what she knew would be a glorious chest, she tugged at the hem of his snug shirt. Taking a break from his belt, he aided her in pulling it off. No undershirt! Just bronze, glorious peaks and valleys. Small tight nipples were set in bountiful pecs. Her hands sought to explore and she raked her fingers over his chest, squeezing his nipples before her tongue licked to sooth her savage tweaks.

"d.a.m.n baby, you're hot." He positioned his erection between her legs. She felt his hard length, but she didn't get a look at it. He was still jean-clad and regretfully she wished she'd thought to turn on the light so that she could have taken in the sight of him in all of his male glory.

"Hold on tight."

He slammed into her on one deep thrust, using his hands under her thighs to pull her down, and then tossed her forth. Oh G.o.d. He was huge. He had to be bigger than she'd ever had and she struggled to relax around his size as he invaded her innermost place.

He was relentless with his stabs, but oh f.u.c.k he was. .h.i.tting her with something, somewhere that had her panting and building. This was new. She'd never come before through penetrative s.e.x, but she definitely felt something climbing inside of her.

His breathing was loud and his groans feral as his punishing rhythm a.s.saulted and consumed her. His attack on her body was a combination of pleasure and pain. As his repeated thrusts threatened to push her up the table, her hands curled onto the edge, while his hands kneaded her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and his fingers punished her nipples. She was nearly there-something inside was about to snap. "Sawyer!"

"What love?"

Love? "I...I need..."

"Not yet. You'll wait."

Frustrated, she moved her hands to his back and her fingers dug in, tearing skin, but she needed releasing-how she didn't know, but she needed it and she needed it ten seconds ago.

"G.o.d it's amazing to be inside you."

"Sawyer!"

"Now Court. Go now!" He roared.

Her back arched, pushing her chest into him as she screamed out her release. His open lips between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s sucked as she detonated around him. Muscles contracted, squeezing him even deeper as he exploded above her. She felt his hot seed gush inside of her as he ground out his o.r.g.a.s.m, pounding with fury. Her body had never been so abused, so needed, so desired.

While his c.o.c.k continued to pulse and drip within her he landed on top of her on the table, rolling them so that he was on his back, and she lay atop his sweaty chest. Her cheek rested right over his heart that fluttered as fast as a humming bird's wings. His chest heaved, lifting her weight with him on each breath.

As her climax waned, thoughts started to infiltrate her post-o.r.g.a.s.mic buzz. Was it good for him? Did he enjoy it? How long was he going to stay inside of her? She'd be fine staying right where she was until the end of time.

"Um...Sawyer?" She whispered.

His hand came up to caress the knots of her spine. "Yeah, baby?"

"Did you...I mean, was it enjoyable?"

He lifted only his head from the table. "Look at me." He clasped her upper arm, "It was the best-f.u.c.king incredible! You're an amazing woman. If you couldn't tell I was enjoying it then I guess I need to work you over a little bit more."

"No! Well not no...what I mean is, I thought it was spectacular." He chuckled as his head went back down onto the hardwood table. "I've never been able to come that way before," she said a tad embarra.s.sed as she traced the area around his nipple with her index finger.

"Oh Court, you've only been having s.e.x with pencil d.i.c.ks."

She smiled at his use of her nickname, and his insult that could only be described as true. When he'd entered her she'd been pleasantly filled-something that had never occurred before.

Love. Maybe she'd imagined that he'd called her that. She felt him hardening inside of her, lengthening and tightening.

"I'm ready for round two if you are."

"Round two?"

"What did I say, Court?"

"You're ready."

"What did I say about how I would f.u.c.k you?"

She thought back to his words that had turned her frustrated anger into sizzling desire. "Not once, not twice, but until you're satisfied."

"That's right. And I'm far from having enough of you." To reinforce his statement his c.o.c.k twitched and throbbed inside of her and he pressed his hips into her on a hard thrust.

He stood them up, and then he pulled from her, turning her by the shoulders. He pressed on her lower back and patted the conference table with his hand. "Down you go."

But she wanted to watch him. "I like to see you."

"Hush, not this time. You'll love this anyway." His hand closed around her nape, over her hair while the other kneaded her right a.s.s cheek. When he slapped her she gasped, her scream stuck somewhere between her chest and the back of her throat. He ma.s.saged out the sting and popped her again. This time her scream escaped.

"You've been very naughty strutting around in your little dresses and heels, swishing your hips." He slapped her other b.u.t.t cheek.

"Hmm." The blooming, lingering heat sent fireworks up and down her spine.

"And then your little shower time peep show left me hard, thick, and ready to explode." His chest closed over her back, his warmth covered her as his lips whispered into her ear. "I know what you're doing."

His hand on her neck turned her head to the side so that she looked into his eyes. "You do?"

"Don't play innocent. You're trying to drive me crazy. Admit it."

His lips took hers, bruising and savage. Their tongues swirled together before he pulled back. "Admit it." His hand closed tighter around the back of her neck.

He was aggressive, but she wasn't scared. She knew if she uttered the words, he'd stop. "I wanted you."

"Yeah, you wanted some of this." He thrust his hips, his c.o.c.k entering her all the way-hot, heavy, filling. He pulled out and hammered back into her, giving her no time to adjust. His pounding was unrelenting, forcing the air from her lungs. To prevent from sliding up the table on his thrusts she put her palms flat and pushed back. His hands moved to her shoulders, affording him the leverage needed to beat into her repeatedly. His c.o.c.k was a battering ram that brought her to a furiously approaching climax. One hand left her shoulder, stroking the inside of her thigh while he continued to pump away, his unrestrained yells filling her ears.

"Sawyer! Oh...Oh G.o.d."

His fingers rolled over her pulsating c.l.i.t. "I'm going to come."

"Now, Courtney. You'll come now."

She did. Their climactic screams meeting in the airwaves. Her contracting muscles held him deep as she felt his release and their increased moisture merge. His hips continued to thrust in hard, consistent bursts.

A few more drives, and then he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and breathing heavily. She hummed in the pleasure of his warmth and his large body over hers. She was fully satisfied. Her body tingled from head to toe from the workover he'd given, but how wonderful it was to be used by him to bring them both out of this world pleasure. She'd never experienced anything like it before-three o.r.g.a.s.ms, two from the ramming of his c.o.c.k inside of her. She wondered how she would ever go back to normal guys after this. She hoped she wouldn't have to.

Slumped over this beautiful doll of a woman, attempting to catch his breath his only thought was-what the h.e.l.l was that? That connection?

While he hadn't had much s.e.x in the past two years with everything else he had going on, he'd had plenty overall. He knew when a woman was satisfied and when she wasn't. When he was too aggressive and when she needed all he could give. But this woman-G.o.d, this woman-she wanted everything he had. She seemed amazed by the pleasure he'd given her-as if her eyes had been opened for the first time and she was feasting on a glorious rainbow. He'd given Courtney her first G-spot o.r.g.a.s.m. He'd let her feel just what her body was made to do, and how it was made to take and give pleasure.

He rolled to his back, taking her with him so that she lay on top of him. "So Court, you uh...did you just have your first o.r.g.a.s.m?"

"I think so."

"You think so?" He grabbed his c.o.c.k, testing its readiness." Give me a moment and I'll make d.a.m.ned sure you know"- "What I mean is...I've never had one from the inside before."

"How then?"

"I usually finish after."

"After what?"

"After the guy pulls out."

He shook his head. "f.u.c.king s.h.i.tcakes!"

"I agree-they were all s.h.i.tcakes."

He got tickled at her saying the insult and his chest rumbled with laughter. She giggled very girlishly along with him and she felt his arms circle around under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pulling her tighter to him.

She sighed into his neck. Contented as a fat cat. He thought about what had brought them to their current naked and sated state-their earlier argument. So his boss was a David. What the f.u.c.k was he doing? He released her. "Can you get up?"

She stood, effectively sliding from his c.o.c.k. A drop fell from her onto his thigh and he groaned at the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. He started the task of pulling up his pants while she gathered her clothes from the floor and excused herself to the restroom. With the aid of the streetlight streaming in through the window, he watched the two dimples in her back as she retreated from the room.

Once he was fully clothed he sat in one of the leather chairs that circled the oversized table. He scrubbed his face, thinking he'd just made a huge mistake. He'd put his needs above those of his family. He wondered what demands Courtney would make. He reached down and pulled his wallet from his pocket. Opening it he removed the paycheck he'd received earlier that day at the construction site. It was excellent money and the gig could be counted on to run through the winter, meaning he'd be able to provide a nice Thanksgiving and Christmas for the girls. If he didn't f.u.c.k it up!

She returned, turned on the harsh overhead lights, and then took the chair across from him. Her color was high, the blush across her face and chest affording her the look of a fully satisfied woman.

"What have you got there?" She eyed the paper in his hands.

Lowering the check to the table he then slid it across to her. She picked it up and a.n.a.lyzed it, looking at him wide-eyed when she was finished. "It's your paycheck."

"It is."

"That's wonderful."

"Who signed it?"

She frowned as she read the name.

"What does it say?"

She pushed the check back toward him.

"Courtney, you need to answer me."

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Britton David."

"Ah, Britton David. I a.s.sume you know him."

"Of course I do. We share a name." She stared at him, not blinking, shoulders squared.

"Right, the David name. Now is he your cousin, your brother, your uncle?"

She looked away. It must be worse than he'd thought. "Who is he to you?"

"He's my father."

"f.u.c.k!" He closed his eyes. "Your father. f.u.c.king great." Now he had to humble himself before her, which is something he didn't want to do. "Look, Courtney, I need this job so I'm going to ask you what it is that you expect from me, and I need you to be clear with your expectations."

"What?" Her big ice-blue eyes blinked at him.

"What are you going to tell your father? Is there something I can to do to prevent you from telling him about us? What can I do so that no one ever finds out about what just happened here?" He stabbed at the tabletop with the pad of his index finger.